<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-ak.f.st-hatena.com/images/fotolife/p/patora0412/20150529/20150529181748.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rexile<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving the Docks<br/><strong>Time:</strong>11:30 AM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kyra, Open<br/><strong>Character Theme:</strong>Languid Exploration (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UXircX3VdM)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Flirty..<br/><hr/><br/>Kyra's statement, that she always meant what she said when it came to a beautiful female, won a bemused sneer from her mark.  Harmless flirting was fun, but Rexile was really enjoying the fact that she couldn't pin this woman down.  Was Kyra actually out to seduce her, or was she simply reciting phrases from a swindler's stock of cheap lines?  Whatever the answer, you had to hand it to her, even making someone ask that question meant she was good at her trade.<br/><br/>Rexile did have to quirk a brow at her admission that she tried to keep thieves away.  "It must be hard, right now." she murmured, looking towards the docks.  Even now, there were a few men angrily standing on their boats, seeming to jeer one another now that Rexile had apparently fallen for Kyra's obvious ruse, just as they had.  "You've gotten quite a reputation on these docks.  If you haven't had to deal with at least a dozen of them demanding to know your prizes by now, I'd call you lucky."  She gave the would-be sailors an unpleasant glance she reserved for people who thought gambling was healthy recreation, and then turned her attention back to the cups.<br/><br/>As expected, Rexile lost the wager.  Even with her implants improving her sight and tracking ability, Kyra's game was too difficult for her.  Of course, Rexile was more impressed than upset.  Kyra agreed to come to the planned establishment, but further mentioned that she was more interested in conversation than the meal.  "That's polite of you to say, but I'm sure you're hungry."  Rexile spoke with a little bit of concern, and just a pinch of suspicion.  An expression which changed to something slightly more mischievous as she added.. "Unless, perhaps, that kind of slight-of-hand gives you a second source of income."<br/><br/>Rexile was uniquely equipped to avoid pick-pockets.  It appeared as though she kept her coins in the right pocket of her jacket, but the truth was that this pocket was only to access the reserves in a chamber inside her body.  Still, Kyra's response interested her, as did the prospect of a corner table and with something that piqued her curiosity.  It was one of a few questions she asked as they left the docks behind and made their way to the Greasy Pudding Pub.  For example, she asked "I don't think I know which ship is your's.  Have you been trapped on this island long?  Or am I misreading you completely, and you actually live here?"<br/><br/>The Greasy Pudding Pub was.. well, it was honest advertising.  A hole in the wall, really, situated in a neighborhood that was just unpleasant enough that even off-duty Marines allowed themselves to breathe, without the yolk of honor and chain-of-command supervision to interrupt their drinking.  Rexile wrinkled her nose a little as they approached, noticing two people about to fight right outside the pub.  Some energetic, frustrated young man with a stick, making introductions from a fighting stance.  And the other, a lanky stoic in a dark suit.  She sighed.  "All these fights.." she muttered.  Living on the docks, she'd seen a rash of these breaking out all over the place lately.  On a whim, she sneered.  "I'll bet on the man in black.  Unless you just want to slip past them."