Fallon
I hope she understands the danger. So cavalier, so confident, but it's so much more than that, more than she can know. I hope she'll be careful.
Fallon grins, "The last two, I can manage at least. The first one, depends on who you ask. I'm here to ply my trade as a chemist, mostly." She inclines her head, catching Kaz's gaze, "Have any need for something like that?"
Kaz leans on her good leg and regards her steadily. "Not right this instant. What branch've chem we talkin', here?"
The door to the outside opens with the rattle of keys, the dark-skinned Glass Walker holding it until Rina passes through, and then letting it close behind him.
Fallon cocks a hip, drumming her fingers against her thigh. "Oh, a little of everything. I dabbled in hallucinogens and psychotropics during college, got my masters in catalytic/synthetic chemistry, worked at a pharmaceutical company for a while, and now I'm doing a little more dabbling in explosives. Tell me what you need, and I'll see if I can make it."
Rina's purposeful strides are brought up short, when she sees Kaz. A sudden, brilliant smile dawns, transforming the woman with beaten-up leather and rumpled hair into a streetwise Aphrodite.
Mouse's attention seems to perk just a tiny amount at 'explosives', but otherwise she remains lounging on the couch, looking faintly tired, and /very/ lost in her own thoughts. She's in glabro...possibly she's forgotten that she is.
Kaz mutters, "Psychotropics," with a half-irritable, half impressed tone, but says, "Yeah, not just this instant. Though it occurs to me, we got some Dancer issues..." She gets that far before she notices Rina; slowly, she starts to grin, although she tries ruthlessly to repress it, as she says, casually, "Oh. Hey. Long time no see."
Kavi's gaze passes from one to the other, though his small smile fades as he...
