Backwater Blues

[Hemlocke]

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She watched as the man sat down, before returning her gaze to the rest of the bar, just as paranoid as when he entered. She took a sip of her whiskey, before her face contorted in pain, though she tried to hide it, her gaze setting on the stranger as the sign of injury showed. Up until she was able to return to an emotionless face, she looked away again. The insignia was something she had seen long ago, this man was a Xeno, however strangely, he looked nothing like one, too neat, too polite, he didn't even seem to be bothered by her outsider appearance.

There was a subtle pained whine or wheeze as she swallowed at random, not sipping from her whiskey that time, though it might've given away there was a problem internally she was hiding from the man way too close for comfort. She decided to speak again in attempt to draw any possible attention away from her injury, her voice down a level from before as a courtesy. "You don't... look like a Xeno."

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