@gunheaded
“Is that automail? Your head.” She says in an offhand fashion, eyes focused on her BB gun. It laid on the canteen’s table where she sat, Riza had taken her time to inspect the unsavoury weapon she had been given upon arrival. In order to organise her thoughts, she put her best efforts in a different activity. Her priorities laid on returning to Amestris and there is only so much she can do with BB pellets.
While most people had been leaving the establishment for the night, she opted to take shelter for some time. Seemed another visitor had come by -- one that had finally caught her attention. She needs connections, ones that can be actually useful as opposed to the drunkards coming and going.
“Or I can be wrong. Let me invite you a drink for the mistake.”
