( for a woman who was trained to read people throughly, to analyze their energy and intentions to protect herself and establish a proper clientele list— it doesn’t escape her the kindness of most people she’s encountered here.

jayce was far too gentle with her and it was endearing in a way. it almost made her feel guilty she lured him in for information but her own survival was important in the end. at least she wasn’t a cruel and abusive person. )

The pleasure is all mine Jayce— ( and despite her reservations she doesn’t quite release his hand quickly, instead lingering for a bit. ) I understand, I come from a very modern world myself, far more modern than this place. As for that—

Of course, one step at a time.