{SE} You Keep it Copacetic

Locke

im all for compassion

She's limping which is kinda.. odd. Did someone hurt her? They're not close or anything but the thought still makes his jaw clench. She also looks different, maybe more.. vulnerable. It's clear she's maybe not entirely in her element here. The sun really does show off how pale she really is though and he has not think about how slender her neck is. She's not at work, she's probably not down for flirting.

He makes his way up to her, lightly touching her arm, "Maeve?" He doesn't want to startle her but he's not really sure how else to approach. He's dressed pretty simply as usual, white, loose, flowy shit. His arms are bare because when does he ever have them covered. He's starting to think it's time for a new tattoo but he's not sure of what yet..

"You uh.. need some help? Getting the uh.. brothel ready for the monsoons?" He's got nothing else to do really..

but not on my dime