Michael
"Usually I'm not bumping into people like you. Usually..."

*Katya tutted again. The hunt would have to wait another day, it seemed, and instead of tracking down and... "Dealing with" Her client's loanee, she'd have to spend time talking to a maniac with a pig mask.*

*What joy!*

"I was. Some addict refusing to pay back money he asked for to get more dope... Probably off stuffing his body with more of the crap as we speak."
Jack
"You should try your luck in a more dangerous space and see how that works out. Might just get away without being pickpocketed."*The Elf would jab before allowing his arms to slide back into the folds of his cloak in the more passive way he typically kept them.*"If it makes you feel any better, I'm sure that guy will probably kill himself with that addiction. Only a matter of finding the body and figuring out what worth you can get out of it."
Michael
*Although her steely gaze only continued for the first two sentences, it loosened for the point of the corpse. The pig man was more intelligent than first assumed.*

"I suppose... Why ya saying this...?"

*Value of the body. Katya needed blood as always, and a druggie's corpse was decent nutrition even if it tasted like piss.*

*Katya's stance was never lax, always a hand near one of her (well hidden) weapons, she kept her hefty things for the big fights, the real rough and tough folks, and her footwork was always ready to jump into combat if needed.

Terrel wasn't to be trusted in her eyes, and she was all too willing to scrap if it meant her survival. ~~Yes, Terrel would win, Katya doesn't know that.~~*
Jack
"I taken you for someone naturally haughty, but if you're really just chasing someone down for what they owe, I can see the annoyance of losing a catch."*The Elf would answer rather bluntly.*"Lets just say I've lost a few in my own work as well. Mostly situational with what I had to work with, but it never really helps."

*He'd look her over, though half of his expression being hidden by the mask, the other half was a clearly visible sense of neutralness. Maybe this was a common occurrence for him, maybe not.*"Relax."*He'd say casually as if her posture alone gave off whatever discomfort was preventing her letting go of the tension.*"I'm not planning on robbing you any more than I already have."
Michael
"Mmhmm."

*Some sort of mercenary. You know what? It didn't even surprise her. The weirdos always turn out to be the most skilled mercenaries.*

*Katya didn't dare to actually loosen her guard, but did attempt to loosen her arms and shoulders a little. If anything, Terrel's little quips only made her more paranoid, but she wasn't going to show it.*

"Alright. I'm relaxed. As much as I can be in this gods forsaken crowd... And don't rub it in my face..."
Jack
*Terrel would open his mouth as if he were doing to do just that, only for Katya to beat him to it which only caused him to shut his mouth once more. After a moments' pause to think, he'd eventually speak again.*

"Tavern sound like a better space? May not be as crowded with everyone taking to the streets at this time."*The Elf would suggest to her. Or was it more of an offer? Either way, it was an idea for now. Whether she chose to take it or not was on her.*
Michael
"Ahh, it works."

*Katya smirked at both her ability to predict exactly what Terrel planned to do, and at the proposition of a place to get some food and drink.*

*Terrel was quite the little gadfly, wasn't he? Not the most pleasant, ~~hypocrisy I know~~ but she couldn't help but be surprised. It even made her feel almost comfortable about her slowly building up "Thirst", which was threatening to force her to crack open the canteen...*

*The blood called her...*
Jack
*Terrel would tilt his head in the direction of the tavern, continuing along the main road with the assumption of her following. It seemed like her mood shifted rather quickly to idea of heading to a tavern which he'll take as a good thing for the time being.*

"You typically chase people around Salvania or have you been hunting them down across all the countries?"*He'd ask her in making his way to the door and holding it open while he'd wait for her to enter inside.*
Michael
"Buddy. Pal. Chum."

*Katya smirked and gave Terrel a sharp glance to the side: not of true malice, but more cheekily.*

"You know many druggies who waltz all over Ramul Ta? Unless they're smuggling that -"

*Katya smiled warmly for the first time... Truth be told, she was actually a little touched by the gesture of holding the door open. It was minor to most people, but a life of being a glorified slave and then a brute for hire tended to erode one's... Expectations of others. Taking the door and pushing it open herself, she seemed almost... Taken aback.*

"Aren't you a gentleman?"
Jack
"I make an effort in not knowing."*Terrel would say to answer her question, his tone carrying lower than he typically spoke as if he were saying it half to himself. There were some things he kept out of association with, but they still happened either way which only caused him to shrug off the thought as she presented it.

In being asked if he was a gentlemen, he'd respond back with:*"I know how to be one, but that doesn't mean I am now does it?"*The Elf would question it right back towards her in a teasing tone while holding out his hand to her. There could be some truth behind the words, just knowing how to be something doesn't automatically mean you are, right?*
Michael
"Hah! Digging your grave there, aren't you?"

*Opening the door and enjoying this newfound gentlemanliness, Katya raised her arm, inviting Terrel to do the whole... Ordering thing, a grin on her face. Damn, if this man really is gonna be this kind, he can't back out now...*
Jack
*He'd move his hand away, a smirk forming on his face in not taking the invitation.*"Wouldn't rather anyone else to."*The Elf would simply gesture for her to follow him, the door left abandoned the moment she came inside. It was better to keep her on her toes. One should never grow too comfortable with someone they just met. Heading further inside, the Elf would find a booth for them to sit in, waiting for her to join him before he'd make a move to sit down. Perhaps there was some gentleman in him or maybe it was simply selective.*