Re: Gotham: Russ & Imogen
He was taller than she expected when he stood, and she wasn't much in size. Tiny, which led to the illusion that she was too young to be in this bar. She looked up at him, her expression thoughtful and measuring. There was no pride that kept her from letting him pay, and she didn't even bother with pretending. She just stood back and looked at him, and nodded when he said she needed to go. "I'm going. 'Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road,'" she quoted, and she moved toward the door with her pack and her music and that cross swaying with her uneven steps, kissing the faded camisole like it was accustomed to the intimacy.
"Thanks for the drinks, Russ C." She called it from the door, unconcerned about attention drawn. People had always looked; she was the wrong color, and she'd grown too accustomed to care.