[Stone / Carolina]
“Yeah, I am,” Stone admitted. It wasn’t as if she were there by choice, after all, and she was the one who broached the subject. There was no use in denying it. “How’d that old saying go? ‘Don’t be ashamed of your race or the place that you’re from,’ or something,” punctuated by a shrug, she followed up her honesty.
“It’s been weeks, feels like. I couldn’t leave the house, but today that finally changed. It must be nice to be able to get out and be a bartender… then again, you gotta deal with all the lousy drunks.” The dark-haired thief was unusually chatty tonight, perhaps because she’d mostly given instructions to her younger brother for the past few days.