[Well if she's not going to do it: Prior makes the retort utterly blandly, as straight-faced as his face will ever be, and allows her a moment to blink over it before he smiles.]
New York City, baby. The trash heap at the center of the world.
[He's following her movements, the subtle tapping of her hand against all the places she's keeping anything precious. The exact motions that tip off pickpockets to where tourists are trying to keep their valuables safe. Not a city girl then, he'd guess.
Prior puffs his chest up a little, from pigeon to crow, maybe.]
Do I look like someone who might be out to rob you? That's butcher than I usually get.
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[Well if she's not going to do it: Prior makes the retort utterly blandly, as straight-faced as his face will ever be, and allows her a moment to blink over it before he smiles.]
New York City, baby. The trash heap at the center of the world.
[He's following her movements, the subtle tapping of her hand against all the places she's keeping anything precious. The exact motions that tip off pickpockets to where tourists are trying to keep their valuables safe. Not a city girl then, he'd guess.
Prior puffs his chest up a little, from pigeon to crow, maybe.]
Do I look like someone who might be out to rob you? That's butcher than I usually get.