[ Why are both of them the type to wear turtlenecks in the middle of a fucking heatwave; does the impracticality of it all know no bounds? Apparently not. They're both wearing turtlenecks. Her's is navy. Her tunic and pauldrons and cape are gone now that she's had long enough to establish that the city isn't under constant threat of ambushes, a more pared down version of what she's arrived in. She's still got the sword at her side, the strap of the sheathe over her chest and shoulder, fastened with a belt around her hip.
Baby steps on the blending in with the locals front, apparently. It doesn't look like she minds either way, taking the coffee from him with a quiet 'thank you'. She pockets the sugar packets for later — she'll find a use for it at some point — and lets the door swing side open for the two of them to enter.
She blows into the tiny hole at the top of the lid, hoping to cool it down before she takes a sip. She scans from one end of the space to other as she does, though. To note—
Some of the furniture ( mostly the barber chairs ) seem to have been rearranged when they took the corpse, but the remainder of it seems well-preserved... enough. In that there's still blood stains ( long dried, flaking ) and scuff marks on the ground. A low table by some couches has been left askew. Her gaze drops down to her feet. ]
... No one entered via force. [ Both her hands are on the coffee cup now, and she's shuffled off to the side to try and take everything in. It's about now she finally takes a careful sip of coffee. The abundance of caution means that her tongue isn't burned. ] But there appears to have been an altercation nonetheless.
[ She nods toward the furniture markings. A moment later— ] You mentioned that they would want to send a message. [ What kind? is the unspoken question. ]
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Baby steps on the blending in with the locals front, apparently. It doesn't look like she minds either way, taking the coffee from him with a quiet 'thank you'. She pockets the sugar packets for later — she'll find a use for it at some point — and lets the door swing side open for the two of them to enter.
She blows into the tiny hole at the top of the lid, hoping to cool it down before she takes a sip. She scans from one end of the space to other as she does, though. To note—
Some of the furniture ( mostly the barber chairs ) seem to have been rearranged when they took the corpse, but the remainder of it seems well-preserved... enough. In that there's still blood stains ( long dried, flaking ) and scuff marks on the ground. A low table by some couches has been left askew. Her gaze drops down to her feet. ]
... No one entered via force. [ Both her hands are on the coffee cup now, and she's shuffled off to the side to try and take everything in. It's about now she finally takes a careful sip of coffee. The abundance of caution means that her tongue isn't burned. ] But there appears to have been an altercation nonetheless.
[ She nods toward the furniture markings. A moment later— ] You mentioned that they would want to send a message. [ What kind? is the unspoken question. ]