[She grabs it with a grateful nod and fits it snug over her braided hair]
Yep. Hate bein the cleanup crew.
[Dusting off the last remnants of hay from her resting place, she turns to the other with a fixed and sharp amber gaze]
Name's Emilia.
( she takes a few steps forward, her hat already at the ready as she offers it to her. )
shit, you’re tellin’ me. it’s always damage control that’s a bitch to deal with. ( sterling sighs. ) but someone’s gotta do it, right .ᐣ
Ugh...
[Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looks around for her hat to place back on her head]
Seems like ev'rytime I leave n come back, there's always somethin.
A real name.
[He's really trying to test her isn't he? She's not in any sort of mood for mind games, especially since it seems like her horse Boy has wandered off again. Upon realization, she gives off a heavy sigh]
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Emilia.
[A simple answer while she fixes herself up from her nap. Unfortunately for Smoke, Emilia's not one to try and impress anyone. Just a simple outlaw striving for a better life]
Kinda name is Smoke? Is it cuz you smoke?