《 Bec 》<br/>Location: Dryden<br/>Present: Sou<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>, Charles, Kyle<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Sayd</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Bec took a casual seat hopping up to sit on a small counter. Out of respect for decency, she didn't gawk or stare, but even the shortest of glances could glean the extent of the tattoo mess on the small woman's body. Under the grime, she couldn't really tell what it was only that it spanned a large portion of one hip and side and hedged up onto her chest, neck, and a little of her jaw. Pretty crazy even in the best of times. It gave her cause to wonder and she certainly had to agree with Charles that it had been forced on her. It wasn't Abendblume's style, either. Maybe Carla was wrong about that. The whole thing had a weird unhinged Mad Max feel about it, like maybe she'd been part of some crazy marauder gang that treated her like property and she'd escaped.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'd say you're blessed. Not for that shit," Bec replied casually as her feet swayed slowly off the floor. "but for getting away from whoever the assholes were who did that." She wouldn't directly ask, not while the situation was so fresh, but she'd toss it out there if the woman wanted to offer the information up.<br/><br/>"I'm Bec, by the way, and yeah, Charles and Kyle thought you'd maybe be more comfortable with another woman while your gettin' yourself cleaned up. They're good guys. Lots of good people here. We're getting some clothes for ya and imagine you haven't had a decent meal or drink in a while. We'll fix that up. After that, if you're up to it, we should talk or if you need to rest some, that's cool. Charles offered a place for ya, but there's other folks who'd see to ya if that feels awkward to you." She shrugged. "Up to you."