The huntress eyed the regal villain, amusement written across her fine features. Her line of work demanded she be able to read people like a book, as a simple look or gesture could determine the guilt or innocence of the one you caught. People spoke volumes about their character in the way they presented themselves. As such, Kuja was telling her many things, and yet not much at all. There was truth in his words, judging by how flippantly he remembered the past, and whatever part of it he crafted out of lies was almost indiscernible from the truth.
"I suppose a former weapons dealer would know the best place to find weaponry then, hm? Good thing I managed to bid on the same airship." she tilted back in the stool slightly so she rested against the small back of it. "Myself, I suppose I'm the opposite end. I came from a more humble place far, far from here."
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Date: 2010-03-15 12:32 am (UTC)"I suppose a former weapons dealer would know the best place to find weaponry then, hm? Good thing I managed to bid on the same airship." she tilted back in the stool slightly so she rested against the small back of it. "Myself, I suppose I'm the opposite end. I came from a more humble place far, far from here."