Rhys lets his eyes crawl over Marissa's body in a pleasently lecherous way as he passes over thirty. "Let that cover the young lasses who come after," he says as he steps out, admiring the street scene.<br/><br/>"I'd heard ah life in the Edge, but it's nice tah see it lives up to its billing," he chuckles before turning to Marissa, "and donna worry about blockin' the exit, twas only natural to stop an' look around a bit."