Pixie smiled, ignoring the pain in her face. Niro's words didn't sound as forced now. However, he was talking truths about himself. Niro was a big guy and definitely was not one to be messed with. Whereas Lot was an easier guy to come up and talk to, Niro was the silent muscle that sneered at anyone who dared come up to him without an actual reason related to pertinent tribe info.
She looked up at they walked, something that turned her vision a little wonky for a few moments. "What?" she said, not coming out as sweet and smooth as she wanted it too, but confused and tired.
Ever the actress, trying to play with men, "This?" she motioned to her face, "I won't be out long, if at all. It's called make-up, darling." Pixie tried to play it off, but as she flicked her hand to 'swat' away the notion of her being out of work, her stomach got angry at her.
She put a hand to her mouth and took a few scampered steps away from Niro and to a grass patch where she threw up a little bit, hating the pain from her head and her stomach. "Perhaps one day out?" she tried to say jokingly, using something from her bag to wipe her mouth. Pixie grabbed a bit of clean snow and put it in her mouth to clean out her mouth.