[h3]Falke, East Shopping District[/h3]
	Rebecca felt somewhat embarrassed, even though she knew she wasn’t making too bad of a mistake with the way she addressed the other woman. She looked to the side for a moment, before correcting her gaze.

	“Oh,” Rebecca said nervously. “I’m sorry about that. Perhaps I should call you by name, if that...” She was cut off as she was shoved aside by the very person she was looking for. She was thrown off balance, landing on her back and hitting against her creation’s case somewhat uncomfortably. She pushed herself off the ground and dusted her jacket off, glaring at the woman who pushed her. There seemed to be something else going on in the marketplace, but it could wait for all Rebecca cared.

	“Worthless, huh?” Rebecca repeated as she frowned and straightened her hat, advancing forward. “Bet you’d know, going around town in that trinket. Do you offer nightly services to get the money you need to pay someone to pound out the dents you get in that tacky suit every time you bump into someone, or do you do it yourself? I don't know what you're doing that makes you think that you're too important to say “excuse me,” but it had better be pretty good if it's worth shoving me around!” She huffed. Amidst all her dealings with pious priests back home and arrogant, patronizing officers in The Choir, Rebecca didn't think she’d met anyone so disrespectful in her life.