[Look, she may have been raised and trained for diplomacy and had been slowly coming into her own back in her universe, but she's still young and it is hard to keep up a facade when your temperature is up a few degrees and your throat feels like the dry month of a Daibazaal summer.
Instead of denying, she blushes, which isn't obvious with her now-red skintone, but her pink markings peeking up just above the surgical mask do glow. She brings one hand up to her throat, clearing it, and she looks away.
Deflection is always a good go-to. And she gathers herself through her nerves.]
Never mind my abilities; what is it that you are doing in an alleyway so late at night? [She leans forward a bit, now trying to catch a glimpse of his face.] Are you a patron of the...er...brothel?
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Instead of denying, she blushes, which isn't obvious with her now-red skintone, but her pink markings peeking up just above the surgical mask do glow. She brings one hand up to her throat, clearing it, and she looks away.
Deflection is always a good go-to. And she gathers herself through her nerves.]
Never mind my abilities; what is it that you are doing in an alleyway so late at night? [She leans forward a bit, now trying to catch a glimpse of his face.] Are you a patron of the...er...brothel?