damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
Slumming, working-- close enough. Damia was far more suited to traveling under cover of darkness rather than prancing around in the daytime, but no one ever questioned her presence except for, perhaps, the pair that had attempted to mug her some weeks ago. There might have been corpses if not for the little old lady that had intervened and taken her home like a stray cat for the night.
She took her turn peering up at the crumbling complex, considering it. "How much weight will I need to lose to squeeze into one?" A smirk.