Briar's Apartment; Reece and Briar
The voice from the front entrance was slightly muffled, but unfortunately for him she could still understand him.
Is this the black market?.
"Christ." She muttered as she stood from her couch, pausing to turn back to the TV and pause her show before making her way to the door. The black market? Seriously, who said that? No one said that when they were at an actual black market, even more when they were definitely not at anything that could be stretched to a 'market' seeing as it was just Briar here.
Halfway to the front entrance she stopped, irritation giving way to a sudden surge of suspicion. Surely no one actually her line of business would be so obvious? What if people were listening, what if she had company? Also, seriously who even said Black Market in real life?
The nearest weapon was a heavily modified NYPD issued stun baton, heavy on the stun because it now carried twice the electricity that it was designed for. It wasn't something she usually sold, mostly because she was pretty sure it only took it because of what she was.
The screen door was yanked open and she grabbed the boy (definitely a boy boyish in face as well as hair and clothing) and pull him inside properly before shutting the door and refraining from slamming it. It wasn't quite reassuring, but at least she was a little more sure she could take him down if necessary, "No this is not a market this is where I live," The baton was in the ready, though not near enough to his skin for it to be a danger yet, "You don't have the sense God give a goose do ya'?"