[There's a hint of exasperation when Jade heaves out a high.]
For fuck's sake...
[Why should she even bother? Most people she knows either end up dying or rightfully leaving her in the end. So what does she care if Kainé wants to risk her neck for no reason? Sure, she seems like she can handle herself well enough, but so is Jade, and she still managed to get caught unawares. All it takes is one mistake, and it's all over.
[But still... Why does she have to care so goddamn much?]
Look, sleeping outside is straight-up suicide. You got rabid animals, people losing their minds to the Red Madness. Not to mention Nehrimese who've been ordered to kill anyone on sight...
[The last one is a bit of a punch to the gut. Being an outlander herself, she has gotten all too accustomed to the scowls and snide remarks from the locals who've suffered the brunt end of her former countrymen's invasion. She'd done her best to try to hide her accent, but most tend to notice the "Nehrimese bitch" the second she opens her mouth.
[Not wanting to finish that thought, Jade slips her backpack around and starts rummaging through it while she continues:] Anyways, it won't be the city proper. It's no house in the Larxes, but I'm not in the mood to deal with those upper-level snobs, myself.
[Finally, she fishes a hooded travel cloak from her backpack and just chucks it at Kainé. Whether the other woman catches it or lets it fall in the dirt matters very little, since the fabric is already pretty weathered and worn.]
Just put this on. Someone who looks like me will probably still stick out more than someone like you even in the Undercity, but still. Don't want people getting the idea that you're a, er... representative of the Silver Cloud or something.
[Not that Jade would judge, but something tells her that Kainé wouldn't be all the way out here if she was an Undercity prostitute.]
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For fuck's sake...
[Why should she even bother? Most people she knows either end up dying or rightfully leaving her in the end. So what does she care if Kainé wants to risk her neck for no reason? Sure, she seems like she can handle herself well enough, but so is Jade, and she still managed to get caught unawares. All it takes is one mistake, and it's all over.
[But still... Why does she have to care so goddamn much?]
Look, sleeping outside is straight-up suicide. You got rabid animals, people losing their minds to the Red Madness. Not to mention Nehrimese who've been ordered to kill anyone on sight...
[The last one is a bit of a punch to the gut. Being an outlander herself, she has gotten all too accustomed to the scowls and snide remarks from the locals who've suffered the brunt end of her former countrymen's invasion. She'd done her best to try to hide her accent, but most tend to notice the "Nehrimese bitch" the second she opens her mouth.
[Not wanting to finish that thought, Jade slips her backpack around and starts rummaging through it while she continues:] Anyways, it won't be the city proper. It's no house in the Larxes, but I'm not in the mood to deal with those upper-level snobs, myself.
[Finally, she fishes a hooded travel cloak from her backpack and just chucks it at Kainé. Whether the other woman catches it or lets it fall in the dirt matters very little, since the fabric is already pretty weathered and worn.]
Just put this on. Someone who looks like me will probably still stick out more than someone like you even in the Undercity, but still. Don't want people getting the idea that you're a, er... representative of the Silver Cloud or something.
[Not that Jade would judge, but something tells her that Kainé wouldn't be all the way out here if she was an Undercity prostitute.]