She glanced back over her shoulder as he explained her own equipment to her. She knew all this about her weapon but smirked as the man practically fan girled all over her toy. He mentioned the cost to her while hands roved over her weapon with gentle and expert handling. She wondered if he handled a woman with such … attention. The smirk widened and she turned her gaze back to the shelves why he continued his appraisal over it. She heard the weight of her gun placed back down and made an additional note “She kicks like a bitch to if you're not careful with her” She smirked as she noticed a couple knives she wouldn't mind handling on the shelf then shook her head, needed to stick with what she needed not what she wanted.<br/><br/>Gregon had made sure to mention that before she broke the circle to head to the outpost. That's what they called it when one of their own left the group – a break in the circle, an incomplete circle that wasn't as strong as its whole but as the parts that compose it. She'd always felt her father's words borish and antiquated. He needed new material, he didn't even know how to define her own unique quirks those that had most of her clan calling her Gadjo – outsider. Ha yes she was in many ways – a bastard child to Gregon conceived with a woman from the outer regions. But shit who wasn't in their clan these days. Perhaps it was simply her red hair – or the fact that fire acted oddly around her.<br/><br/>She was brought back as he explained her initial tooling of the bone and metal. Mentioned it being risky. He was right after all – she'd had some accidental issues when she'd first started setting the weapon out. She glanced through the worn curtain to look at Devos laying with fore paws crossed before him, “You're right about that” she said with a smirk “Although I have back up now who helps with the extra pull” She said smirking Devos's dark eyes turned to look at her his ears rotating to catch her voice before he huffed out a big puff into the dust and rested his head on his paws clearly bored.<br/><br/>He mentioned basic rounds and she shook her head gently about to protest basics when he continued and she paused to listen. Special ammo came to sit on the counter and she turned back to take a closer look. Moving back to the counter she brushed a thumb over her bottom lip – a habit left over since her first kill one she didn't realize she did. The new ammo's looked fun and she felt her hands itching to test them all out. Even more so when she spotted the incendiary rounds that he himself had produced.<br/><br/>“Looks like I'm not the only genius one here” She said lifting one of the rounds to look it over more closely – the itch in her hands eased a little. She wanted this ammo. “Never seen a Solunae used for such a mean – course my family have experimented with the ichor but never to this means” Her family mostly used them for blast radius bombs and the like. “I do like the looks of your own product...” She said when he continued after seeming to go over things in his mind.<br/><br/>He wasn't satisfied – let the game begin then. This was a game her people knew very well actually. Bartering with a gypsy was never a safe thing actually – somehow they always came up with more for their end tit for tat. She listened to his counter offer and then smirked “Throw in an extra portion of rations, and a few rounds to get me through tomorrow and I might just give you that unsolicited favor” She smirked viciously toying with him but put it to the side. “I think we can break bread on this though” She said smirking and reaching for a piece of his bread tearing off a small nibble she popped the morsel into her mouth and stood straight again.<br/><br/>She swept up her glaive and with a gentle twist of her wrist twirled it to rest diagonally along her back on its leather strap. Jerrick turned his attention towards Devos and she glanced out the doorway again at her bored pup then back as he introduced himself and jerked his hand out towards her. She smirked and was once again given pause by the act of general politeness she was receiving her then shrugged and reached for his hand grabbing it and giving a good firm shake.<br/><br/>“His name is Devos. And I'm Eossis Sabine of the Tsingani Clan” She held his hand a moment longer while hazel eyes locked on him, she'd brush stray bangs away from her face with her free hand and ask “So what time do you intend to hunt – what are the mongrels and do we have a deal?” She would hold his hand until the deal was made it was simply her people's way.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="114" data-username="@Andraus" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/114/">@Andraus</a>