Alex ran into her, "s-sorry"
She stumbled back a little. Syrith stared at the man for a moment, “You need to watch where you’re going. What’s the rush? Did you spot any mechs?”
th-thief
“People who lived in clock towers?” Syrith raised a brow, “Uh… Sir. I don’t believe Naturals like yourself are meant to live in clock towers.”
“what do you mean”naturals” ?” he had no idea what she was on about
“You know? Not Synthetic? You have no technological advances?”
th-thief:
He crossed his arms, “are you saying that I’m low class?”
“Uh…No,” She blinked a couple of times. Was this guy an idiot or something? Although, his clothing was telling her otherwise. His style was waaaaay before this century, “Sir… What year is it?”
he raised a briw at her, “1856?”
Syrith shook her head, “Sir, you’re off… By… A lot…”
“what do you mean?” je stared at her
