Re: Trailer Park: Brett & Sasha
One corner of her mouth quirked up into a smirk and Sasha gave him a knowing look, "They're probably looking to chat with one of those good samaritan types, hmm?" Teasing, and even though it was cold outside, Sasha was growing comfortable enough to allow herself the room to joke around. Even if it only humored her.
"Good to know. Still don't." Those bright green eyes narrowed slightly, and she wondered if he maybe thought that she had protested too fast. Sasha wouldn't judge anyone for visiting a place like Hookerville. She knew quite a few 'business-women' back home, and certain crew members were well known for going above and beyond to please the passengers, but it wasn't Sasha's thing. She had miraculously gotten out of doing that very thing when she was younger by being more useful on the street than on her back. The questions, though? His questions took her by surprise. It was clear she wasn't expecting that. Sasha didn't figure he would be interested. One arm left the fold of being crossed over her chest, waving idly as she spoke, "I was raised in Jersey. Lived there most of my life. All skyscrapers, mobsters, and trash. Got out by working on a cruise ship. Did that the past ten years or so. Moved here to be near my sister a couple months ago."
Oh sure, Sasha was three ounces of whoop-ass when she needed to be, but she wasn't the sort to join a fight club. Lifetime membership at the gun range? Totally different story. Of course, the meth heads that had broken in would probably argue that she ran the local fight club. One of their teeth was still on the floor of the trailer. "I don't think anyone really likes watching that bullshit, it is just what happens to be going on." Another small pause as she considered, "I kinda like the quiet. Just takes some getting used to when you're accustomed to gunshots and sirens. Is there any place you'd recommend to check out?"