DAMIA & CIAN -- WATER STREET: 11:00am.
“Ah, false sentiment, just what the morning needed,” he commented at the wistful sigh and her obviously false admission of dreaming of him in dilapidated buildings. And if she was working, this was probably going to be a fairly brief chat. He was a bit sorry for it – the conversation had made him feel strangely better about the whole thing.
Her next statement had his attention perking up, though. “Sassy’s one word,” he muttered. Ash hadn’t mentioned. “You helped in that… discussion with the asshole who’d tried to abscond with my merchandise, then?”