The polite reactions were a façade, Alyssa had concluded. Though Aurelia's voice said one thing, the way she was moving said another. The were-fox slid her bag to rest against the desk, rooted through the top pocket to hand over her references - a little crumpled, yet readable, and had clearly suffered less attention as the map.
"As you like." She gave them a soft toss in order for them to land on the desk in front of the held out hand. Energy was not something Alyssa could afford to spare, though she would have tried if the landlady had given her any reason to. Now her thumbs were stuck in the back pockets of her jeans and the casual stance was back. How she was longing she a good few hours of solid sleep.