Shiloh opened her eyes slightly. Her sudden proximity caught her attention, as if she were curious about that behavior. Her body remained in the same position, now observing the woman from the same eye level. She let her repeat her name, and even offer a compliment; maintaining +
that same contemplative, vacant expression.
Upon hearing her question, her mind quickly began to weigh various possibilities. In no time, the corner of her mouth curled into a smile. Her head remained bowed. +
—Well, I’m here with a friend. We came for work, —Shiloh said, crafting her response while trying to keep her impulse for total honesty in check—. So, I suppose you could say I’m new here. Hey, how about giving me a quick tour? Since you’re off the clock, anyway.
The long-haired girl twitched her nose slightly. Her power to detect lies rippled through the air at the mention of that fight. She watched the man as he spoke, her expression remaining motionless. When he posed his question, she cast her gaze toward the sky, lost in thought. +
satisfaction in knowing that nothing exists without a reason.
With that, the blonde looked at the black-haired girl and offered a friendlier smile.
—You can call me Shiloh.
Her half-lidded eyes practically lit up upon hearing her comment, and her lips curled into a wide grin.
—Hah. I feel exactly the same way, —she agreed, leaning comfortably in the chair's back as she rested her arms, the book still dangling from her hands. —There’s a certain +
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and steady. A faint, knowing smile crossed her lips.
“ Hard sciences reward precision. Geometry especially, every angle has a purpose. ”
“ That’s precisely why there’s something beautiful about it. And yes, how can I address you .ᐣ ”
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Shiloh let out a short chuckle.
—Yeah, I know. I’m not «that» cuckoo head.
A device emerged from her pocket; a grappling hook, which she raised it into the air; the cable shot out and latched onto a tall building across the way, where the girl landed and +