“…Yeah,” Levi says, just about as certain as he sounds - that is to say, not very. He lights his smoke then, takes in a drag, and spares a curt nod as he hands her the little pink lighter back. By now, he’s pretty sure she said something about it being late, it’s just the accent he wasn’t expecting.
Thought the hair was strange enough, to be honest.
But she does have a point, it’s definitely an unusual time to be wandering the streets; Levi’s not exactly worried though, at least not about his safety or anything like that. He tended to be the one people were scared of running into, besides. But her..?
“These are bad parts,” he tell her, his cigarette held loosely between two fingers, completely unaware of the woman’s current condition. Having suspected by her accent that she doesn’t know because she’s not from around here, perhaps. Levi says, “It’s not safe around here, not for someone like you.”
Call it a friendly heads-up, even if he doesn’t sound all that friendly.
neo takes the lighter back with cold hands, slips it into back pocket.
she hails from a different land-- sanctuary, her people have named it. a blessing - from gods she didn’t believe in - was thought to have been the cause of the native’s strange hair and eye colors. she had always just said that they were an isolated city of FREAKS.
what brought her travels so far south, however, remains a mystery.
“ i kno’,” she responds in an equally even tone. eyes slowly drop from the sky, tilt to peer up at the man beside her. once, she would have flaunted the deception. she would have eagerly shown what she was capable of. now she had begun losing her strength ; she had so much to lose now.
eyes drop. “ i’m nah’t frah’m ‘dese par’hs, “ she admits, though she’s sure it must be obvious. “ i was ahn’lee looking fah’r a hotel. “ only half a lie.
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