Bivona
Lot 21-23
"By the tone of your voice, you say that as if I’m not acquainted with on-site hazards.” Caesar said, noticing something moving in his peripheral vision, taking cover behind his ship. Within a second, he whips out a strange looking gun, and points it to where the shadow went, behind his ship, without even looking at the target. He uttered “For example-”, then went on to a louder tone of voice, retaining his aura of aloofness and confidence; “How long have you been following us?”
Yvonne hesitated, realizing she’d been caught. “Since you stopped at the town not too far from here” she stuttered “ I thought maybe I could join you guys?”. She looked around nervously and then continued “I have a few good skills and make excellent clothes” she attempted a friendly smile “Can you please stop pointing that at me? It’s really intimidating.”
Caesar, showing restraint, spins the gun in his hand before putting it back in the holster, idly turning around to face the girl cowering beneath his ship. “Do you have a few exemplary models to show us? Or some sort of catalog?”
A very wide smile flashed across Yvonne’s face, she was ready for this sort of question, she whipped the large bag off her back and pulled out several neatly folded articles of clothing, displaying them in the air and then quickly folding them back up and moving to the next one “oh and while I do love the whole ‘dangerous adventure look that you have going on right now I think the shirt you’re wearing could use a bit of love and you would look sooooooo much better in boots I have so many possible solutions to such an incomplete look” she paused. “I hope I didn't just offend you that would be awful”
“Not in the slightest. In fact, I’m looking for something to replace my shirt. I found it in some backwater station, and bought it to match my coat, but I’m not sure.” He said, curious but pensive as to make sure that this could work out in favor of him getting into his target locale.
“Hmmmm. I personally think the shirt is fine but the pants need something different….OH! I know! How about…” she dug through her bag and found a pair of black, baggy army fatigues and a pair of mountain climbing boots. “Do you think this would work?”
“Depends, The jacket stays though.” Caesar said, shortly followed by him examining the boots, and putting one on. “Have any white or off-white suit shirts on you? I have to maintain my appearances.”
Yvonne looked almost offended “But of course! White suit shirts are like the most popular article of clothing for men!” She grabbed one out of her bag and tossed to him, then paused and looked at him with a slight grin “those can all be on the house by the way, you know, for not shooting me.”
“Nonsense, Good work deserves good compensation.” He reached in his suit pocket and grabbed out a small little gemstone made of fine emerald, and handed it to her. “Traded this from a ‘toll booth’ a few miles from here.” He turned back toward dahlia, satisfied in his display of both offensive capability, and reasoning skills, secure in the notion that he made a potential bad situation into one advantageous for his means. He replied only with; “What do you think?” to dahlia, as he in the background, handed the horned one his business card.