@deltaofdeath
Usually Mary wasn’t one for asking for directions. But after wandering the streets for what must have been hours, with her efforts fruitless, it seemed as though she had little choice. She was wasting time meandering around without a clue, so she’d have to bite the bullet. Otherwise she was going to remain clueless, and worse, defenceless. Casting her sights around, she quickly marked off several people, eventually settling on a rather young looking male. Pacing over to him without a second thought, she took little time in addressing him.
“Heh.” Giving a small laugh, she moved to rest a hand against her hip, sizing the youngster up before her. He looked like a good candidate for ‘easy information source’, but she couldn’t be sure. Still, it’d be worth a shot... “Hey kid. Think you could point me towards the... kitchen utensils... in this place?”
Barely even noting her own change in tone, she gave the boy a smile, albeit a far from friendly one. Keeping her pose tall, and threatening she awaited an answer. Whilst her statement may have sounded innocent enough, the real connotations behind it were not so sweet...
