thatdarncat (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thatdarncat) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
She scaled the wall, removed the grate, and slipped inside the store with such ease that it looked like she had done it a thousand times (which she had, if not at this store). The boy would have to wait only for a few moments before she re-emerged from the grate, now dressed in a purple blouse, black slacks, a large shoulder bag, and a scarf tied neatly around her neck. She smiled innocently at him, "Okay, thanks."
She adjusted her shoulder bag and, with a brief grimace, began to continue on their way as if nothing ever happened.
"The newcomer's center is a ways away," she chirped, "Maybe we should get you a cab."