Really, Amanda had honestly told Duncan that she would one hundred percent try to give up her immoral ways. Mostly. Generally. For at least a decade, maybe.
But a new world meant new rules, didn't it? How could he expect her to not explore, just a little....and she was never one to pass up opportunities. And while at the moment she missed Macleod, well, she was glad that she was at least with semi-friendly company. Methos wasn't quite as hung up on morals as Duncan and he wouldn't mind if she pilfered a few things here and there. Honestly, he might even encourage it.
As she paused by a shop window and glanced at their reaction, she noticed that her platinum hair was almost too bright for the dim and dank atmosphere of this city. A woman strode by with a dark green scarf trailing out of a coat pocket, obviously forgotten - and really the woman should take better care of silk because something like that could easily be caught in a doorway. But for the moment the scarf was caught in Amanda's fingertips, and she took a moment to use her reflection as a mirror and wrapped it lightly around her hair and neck.
Turning to her companion, she flashed a smile and stepped closer to slide her hand through his arm, comforted by the weight of her sword under her coat and just slightly feeling his as well. "Live a little, Adam darling - you of all people should never judge a book by its cover. Who knows what shiny baubles this place may hold?"