#a.hypocrite

nuh uh 🥱

least outwardly. Internally, though, she was observing the space she occupied. The people, the atmosphere.

Slowly, she set a finished glass down, rolling her neck and quietly beckoning for another. Respectful to a fault, but more importantly, careful to not draw attention.

One of these things was not like the others...

This thing was seated at the bar, its' glare lost in whatever thought was occupying her mind. Even seated, an undeniable behemoth of a woman. She even appeared to try hiding her form with loose clothing.

Silvia wasn't paying much attention, at (+)

"And you befriend people by... Following them?"

The Spartan crossed her arms, staring at Caelina with a glare of disapproval. She was always glaring- always plotting. It looked as if she had a plan to kill anyone she met.

"I could have shot you."

enough, though, Silvia was shockingly gentle. There was a very clear restraint in her grab and hold.

She merely gave Elise a disapproving look, raising her brow.

"Aht."

Silvia was far faster than she had any right to be, and it wouldn't be long before that set of armor could be heard thudding against the chambers' floor.

An arm wrapped around Elise's waist, casually lifting her over the Spartans' shoulder as if she were just an unruly child.

Surprisingly (+)

The knight in shining armor might be, but the behemoth in black wasn't.

Silvia was just on the balcony- cigarette perched between her lips. At least she was house-trained enough not to smoke inside.