It's early in the city of Alubarna. Very few, if any vendors are open at this time, but Miss Doublefinger is out anyways, insisting to her partner that all the very best supplies are gone by the later,more decent hours.
He'd much rather be sleeping, but he follows her all the same.
By the time the market is fully awake, she's already done her shopping,and is scampering into the back streets to avoid the crowd.
The backstrees are a grimey place where street urchins thrive and crime is rampant-But she dosen't care, she isnt the priemier female field agent of Baroque Works for nothing.
dosen't bother matching her pace, the woman is still reving on her morning espresso(He's pretty sure she mainlines the stuff)while all he wants to do is sleep, so, when someone shrieks from up ahead, he's got to sprint to catch up.
He gets to the corner just in time to see the thug impaled by his partner, and he almost feels sorry for the fellow; You don't try and mug Baroque Works Agents.
"Oi, you alright woman?" He asks, though it's really out of habit than actual concern.
Miss Doublefinger turns to face him, a frown gracing her features as she stares down at herself.
He follows her gaze, taking a minute to really register what he's staring at. When it finally clicks, he's averted his eyes quick enough to give Banchi a run for his money.
In killing the bandit, she'd peirced through her clothes. Her shirt is in ruins, as well as the brazier beneath it, and her pale, pink tinged breasts are clearly visible through the shredded material.
"I forgot I wasn't wearing my uniform." She mutters sheepishly, a blush spreading across her face.
does his best not to stare as he slips out of his sleeveless duster and hands it to her, but he's pretty sure that the glimpse he did get is evident by the blood dripping from his nose.
She takes it gratefully, and once it's secure around her, she starts walking again.
Sleeping, finds, has lost it's appeal for the morning.