Gillian/Ari | 4:00 PM - GOODWIN'S OUTFITTING
Upon hearing her named called out, Gillian turned her head and afforded Ari a curious look. Her memory tried to place the last time she'd had business with the bard, an exemplary support unit if there ever was, and struggled with the effort. It must've been quite a while ago, she supposed--a pity, as their ranks were currently in lacking the numbers to comfortably meet demand.
She moved aside as Ari placed the damaged breastplate on the counter. She'd seen similarly damaged armor before, but with every glimpsed dent and nick, Gillian was tempted to grimace. It begged the question, just what sorts of troubles had this bard gotten herself into these days?
"I'll say it has," she agreed, offering Ari a polite smile. "You're looking well yourself, or at least, far better than this battered thing you've brought in."
Gillian leaned more comfortably on her elbow then, giving the other woman a look over. The mercenary herself was still decked out in full samurai armor, the helmet left in her hovercar down the block. These were prime business hours, after all, and she had other appointments elsewhere when she was finished harassing her family.
"Exciting times we're living in, wouldn't you say?"