[It takes her a little while to find the place. She's new. She's also taking the time to catalogue every other place she passes. A mental map with corners, sightlines and boltholes already tagged is a very useful thing in her line of work. Being dead doesn't turn those instincts off. When she catches sight of the old man standing outside the inn, her watchfulness packs up behind a bright smile and wide, limpid eyes.]
Hellooo! Oh it's wonderful to meet you properly, talking over the phone just isn't the same.
[She waves and comes closer, her accent cut-glass, her posture perfect. Her entire demeanour is puppyish, full of friendliness.]
sure thing :)
Hellooo! Oh it's wonderful to meet you properly, talking over the phone just isn't the same.
[She waves and comes closer, her accent cut-glass, her posture perfect. Her entire demeanour is puppyish, full of friendliness.]