love is madness and lust is poison

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

Aurelia's fingers fidget absently with the ring in her pocket, careful to avoid its hidden capsule, wondering what sort of things this person gets up to that they might need something like it. She waits by a pile of crates, cigarette in her free hand. For all intents and purposes, she looks like just another Torchliner minding their own fuckin' business. Passersby are given furtive, somewhat curious glances, but none of them seem to be the one. She was told they would be a woman, but... not much else, unfortunately.

So it's only when a woman approaches her that she looks up from her smoke. A soft smile ghosts along one end of her lips. "Only sometimes," an attempt at taking the comment in stride. She stands up to her full height, crosses her arms, and gives the other woman an obvious once-over.

"Is there something I can help you with?" There's a slight edge to her tone. It's a test, of sorts.

Be pretty shit if you offered paid-for goods to just anyone. She pulls another drag from her smoke, pretending that her interest is only mild. Suppose the ring might make sense... the lady's small, slender, doesn't look very strong. Something like this might be an ace up her sleeve in a sticky situation. But Aurelia makes no comment of the ring, not yet.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep