Fallon pinched her brow, then raised the fingers to sweep back the wet fringe. She was thinking, the brow creasing into a line as she weighed up his words. It left a lot the imagination, a lot of niggling thoughts and uncertainties that left her sorely uncomfortable. Lips pursed into a line, a small narrow of lids as she, the gaze sweeping back as she tried to gauge a reading on his expression. Not that she had much luck in doing so, the nagging chill forced her give a firm rub on the arm and turn her attention elsewhere. Her head gave a incline back into the city, a small weighing up of size as she considered her next move.
"I don't know enough about other places having that ability," she released the frown, slowly as she looked back to the ships that moved off in the distance. There was a blink of consideration, and then she turned her attention back at hand, "What do you mean, run by Nuits? Do you mean to say that..." Her features darkened for a moment, betraying her thoughts as one of concern. A chew upon her lip, she turned her gaze away and forced her feet to move her onwards, "I see. That is troubling. Thank you for that... snippet of information." Her skin gave an irritated itch, the scars giving a momentary prickle and then calming once more. No, control she needed to maintain a clear mind and execute the best plan - as well as find out more. But that would have to come later.
"I stay very busy," She returned her attention then, not missing a beat when he spoke up once more, "Lots of rivals to chase down, and lots of slavers to undermine." She gave a step back then, lips twisting into a smile, "Sounds like you want a face of vigilantes, bringers of change to the world and healers of old wounds." There was a shrug, a small pace up to him as she considered her words, "The Scars... we may be able to help you with that. Perhaps... if you are interested in tying yourself to our lovely family." There was a flick of the hand waving the words away almost, "You never know, we may even have an opening for an Uncle, Uncle."
"If you're interested," her hand rose and gave a point in to the city in the direction of the Sunset Quarter, "Then you will come and see us at work. Tomorrow. Nightfall. The edge of the Quarter... I'm sure you'll be able to work out where that is." Fallon gave a wolfish grin, but the expression serious, "And maybe there... I'll be able to see how serious you are about standing up against corruption and seeking independence. Sound fair... Uncle?"
"I don't know enough about other places having that ability," she released the frown, slowly as she looked back to the ships that moved off in the distance. There was a blink of consideration, and then she turned her attention back at hand, "What do you mean, run by Nuits? Do you mean to say that..." Her features darkened for a moment, betraying her thoughts as one of concern. A chew upon her lip, she turned her gaze away and forced her feet to move her onwards, "I see. That is troubling. Thank you for that... snippet of information." Her skin gave an irritated itch, the scars giving a momentary prickle and then calming once more. No, control she needed to maintain a clear mind and execute the best plan - as well as find out more. But that would have to come later.
"I stay very busy," She returned her attention then, not missing a beat when he spoke up once more, "Lots of rivals to chase down, and lots of slavers to undermine." She gave a step back then, lips twisting into a smile, "Sounds like you want a face of vigilantes, bringers of change to the world and healers of old wounds." There was a shrug, a small pace up to him as she considered her words, "The Scars... we may be able to help you with that. Perhaps... if you are interested in tying yourself to our lovely family." There was a flick of the hand waving the words away almost, "You never know, we may even have an opening for an Uncle, Uncle."
"If you're interested," her hand rose and gave a point in to the city in the direction of the Sunset Quarter, "Then you will come and see us at work. Tomorrow. Nightfall. The edge of the Quarter... I'm sure you'll be able to work out where that is." Fallon gave a wolfish grin, but the expression serious, "And maybe there... I'll be able to see how serious you are about standing up against corruption and seeking independence. Sound fair... Uncle?"