[Mistborn's sharpened senses picked up that the apartment wasn't quite as empty as she'd hoped. She turns just in time to catch the breakdown of that invisibility equipment.
Damnit, was she caught? She shifts into a ready stance, slipping a few coins into her hand. Except, wait... why would an Omegafriend be skulking around in the dark? That was a little out of the ordinary.
She lets the comment about repairing himself slide, since it's hardly immediately relevant. For now.]
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Damnit, was she caught? She shifts into a ready stance, slipping a few coins into her hand. Except, wait... why would an Omegafriend be skulking around in the dark? That was a little out of the ordinary.
She lets the comment about repairing himself slide, since it's hardly immediately relevant. For now.]
Who are you?