@UnderHerRemote « watching from within the mirror, and yes even blushing a little at the slight wink given. The woman surely understood poise for certain.
" What exactly do you specialize in, identity wise, ma'am?"
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤa brief yawn had escaped the bounty hunters lips; a small case just completed, the woman was enjoying the fruits of her labor — a free drink on the house, with a side share of half the nights credits.
Not all jobs can be so glamorous, nor on the books.
@UnderHerRemote « would lead to more openings.
⠀⠀ˋˋ Bailey, Justina Bailey. I just. I can't believe I just remembered....ˊˊ
Unfortunately any eye closing and brief meditation wasn't exactly that much helpful, so instead attention turned to the admittedly enthralling visual performance »
@UnderHerRemote « but I couldn't tell you the first thing about me. "
Eyes go back, and around the bar. Hardly the place for a teenager to spend her time with but, maybe it's the kind of place she did? She hoped not.
@UnderHerRemote « I was sort of hoping you had an answer to that myself."
Mentally, eyes rolled at the thought. The first random lady that happened to have something of a conscious and they just so happened to know whom you were? What a joke.
" I... Sorry I know that's kind of a heavy hope.»
@UnderHerRemote « correct, she had no reason to believe it wasn't. Which was more concerning.
" Think I'm a little young... For places like these. "
Her hands lower with a sharp breath and a shake of her head.
@UnderHerRemote « information.
[ Error: Error
Age : 19
Error: Error
Sex: Female
identification code: error ]
brows furrow; memory doesn't serve to remember what normal would look like but a feeling in her gut knew this wasn't it. Not that the information it did display wasn't »
@AMotherComplex « the older woman.
Justina Bailey, that was her name. And as the other woman left the room, it was really the only thing she remembered about herself. Not exactly a great look for the Federation's finest now is it.
@AMotherComplex « asked of her; are you going to turn down a request from Samus Aran? No. She didn't quite think so either. Which made things all the more easier when she eventually found herself lying against the countertop, head resting atop of crossed arms; only slightly awake to listen to »