Inwardly wincing, at first, was her first reaction to Wilcar’s idea. More people? Fine enough, the thief supposed; dragging along dead weight? Not so much.
It was Altair, then, who took over, and Stone had been mesmerized. Quite the sweet-talker—is this an orator’s power? She’d heard of them, of course, but not really tangled with one up close. There’s a first for everything, she supposed, and listened to Arielle’s agreement.
Thief Stone liked to think herself something of a prodigal liar, and nodded emphatically, crossing her arms under her chest. “People gotta watch out for each other, you know? The world’s a shi—a cruel place, excuse my language, and trust in your fellow man is all we got,” she professed sweetly while giving what she assumed was a knowing smile.
Again, inwardly, Stone’s stomach churned at her own words. ’Terrible. Disgusting.’ But on her face, she thought, it didn’t show. It shouldn’t, at least.