"Sheraeria Thos. Call me Sher," she offers.
"Gods. The way you were acting I thought I got busted by a Wingman or something." She pulled one of her gloves off to rub at her face. Some of the white face make up she wore to give herself a paler complection streaks and she sighs. She feels like shit and is going to look like a clown, great.
"That's the cops on Thangar, by the way. You don't look like yer from the home world. Me I left it as soon as I could. Place is damn oppressive. They don't like mouthy kids apparently. Who woulda thought that?"
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