[She doesn't answer, of course. She simply lets the message go to Read status and leaves it alone, and follows the directions he's afforded her to make her way to his residence. Despite the fact that she's making arrangements to meet and presumably attempt Synchrony with someone whose face she's actually never even seen, she's not particularly worried. Truth be told, she's not even putting that much stock in the notion that it's going to work at all, to begin with.
But an attempt has to be made, sooner or later, and so much the better that it be with someone who can, if nothing else, be trusted to be mercenary. That's safer than someone full of soft words and gentle glances. Better a business transaction that benefits both of them than...risking something else.
So she arrives, with her collar turned up and her boots cuffed at her knees, and raps on the door with one gloved hand while she waits to be admitted.]
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But an attempt has to be made, sooner or later, and so much the better that it be with someone who can, if nothing else, be trusted to be mercenary. That's safer than someone full of soft words and gentle glances. Better a business transaction that benefits both of them than...risking something else.
So she arrives, with her collar turned up and her boots cuffed at her knees, and raps on the door with one gloved hand while she waits to be admitted.]