"Well now I can certainly appreciate a man from the city of death," she said, feeling her intrigue peak. Kasper had always had a soft spot for New York and the people in it. Times were tough but even though her life had been a crashing roller coaster, she wouldn't have changed a thing. Well, there was one thing...
She began to approach closer, noticing the shine of a few drops of rain just outside the workshop. "Aren't you afraid that suit of yours is going to get ruined if it rains, darlin'?" Her question came marked with a playful smile, the same one she had used every time something, and most definitely someone, caught her eye. It was never a ploy to get at anything, but it was her signature give away when she tossed away her frustrations and simply ventured in to excitement.
By the time she was a mere pace and a half away, she had tilted her head up a bit, her eyes becoming big as she looked at him more closely.
“The city of death?” Jeremy asked, raising his eyebrow, but his smile didn’t shift. “I thought that was somewhere else.” He watched her come closer, only half looking over his shoulder at mention of the rain. “I lived in a city that didn’t stop for rain and dressed like this. I doubt I’ll melt.”
He didn’t shift when she moved closer, just studied her features, head tilted up enough that the fedora didn’t cast as much of a shadow over his face. She seemed amused with him, which was normal, but he wasn’t quite sure why.
Kasper smiled, baring her teeth. “People live and people die, seen em all come and go beneath the city,” she explained nonchalantly. “But let me guess,” she added with a cheeky tone, “Swindled life savings from little old ladies? Or stole big time from your boss?” Not that she presumed to be right but he definitely looked the part of a con. Looks could be deceiving though. Which may have been exactly the point. But oh, he looked so good with his head tilted up like that. It made all those stupid little (rather, big) things of the last few days disappear for a while.
“You can see that anywhere. Though maybe a place liked New York they do it in public,” Jeremey said, still smiling a little. Her guess at his crimes didn’t phase him, though internally he was rather amused by her guesses. If only right? Though most of what she suggested was child’s play. “Insurance fraud, I was conned.” He looked innocent when he said it, which was the story he was still sticking to. “What about you?”
Raising an eyebrow, Kasper pressed her lips together and tilted her head slightly at his answer. Then he asked her that question. It was strange for her in that she had overheard discussions through the last couple days asking the same thing but she had managed to go all that time without anyone even peaking an interest in what she had done to land herself confined. Maybe it was the way she looked, track marks screaming the answer.
“Just a misunderstanding,” she answered, feeling rather off by the question. Her eyes moved down a bit, trying to avoid the real deep part of the conversation. Though her thoughts fluttered around circumstances during the events that brought her to where she was, she tried desperately to get away from them. She lifted her good hand and ran a finger along the middle of his suit coat, keeping her attention fixed on the fabric against her finger as it trailed higher. “A real misunderstanding,” she pressed, ensuring that she didn’t sound like she was toying with the answer.