Her initial observation of him was the same. He was not one of the addicts skittering throughout the tunnels like ratti. But that wasn't all.
There was more.
— he looked funny.
It’d almost made her smile grow. “If I had known it was naptime,” she said with a feign look of guilt, “I would have been more quiet.” She glanced down at her boots and then back up at him. He should be taller than her. He was taller than her. By an inch. But her heels leveled her height with his. Maybe that was why he didn’t like them. “I would have picked more appropriate shoes for the occasion,” Her voice was dejected as she gave a helpless shrug of her shoulder, “but it seems I’ve lost my other pairs and all of the available stores nearby are closed.” Giving him a half-curtsy, Arden placed her hand against her heart as she bowed, “Pardon me, piccolo arciere. I will be more mindful next time.”
She straightened back up as she tilted her head to the side. Arching a brow, she looked at him like he’d just asked her a silly question. What brought her down here? “The scenery, of course,” she answered simply, almost as if it should have been obvious, “Why else would anyone be down here?”