[h3][color=peru]Kim Marie[/color][/h3]
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[i][color=fdc68a]"This is tha' Forgotten HQ right?"[/color][/i] Kim nodded at that question, but her face did not waver from its stony expression. Not at the mention of the Scorps, nor when the redheaded girl called her [i]doll[/i], [i]little pig[/i]. And then Erren came, to ask after the redhead. [i][b]"...why don't we show her how I deal with people who come knocking on a door of outcasts after a large number of us were killed?"[/b][/i] Brusque, was Erren, cutting to the point with a serrated edge.

[color=peru]"She hasn't started anything,"[/color] Kim replied, with a glance at Erren, before her eyes snapped back to the ginger. [color=peru]"Yet."[/color]

But it transpired the girl did trade, and with information that came free of charge. Her hand - ashen with dust - tossed her Gamer badge and fealty to the dirt. That earned a smite of Kim's interest. So she hadn't come to speak for the colours that Kim harboured no interest in crossing. But then she spoke of a Scorps hangout. [color=fdc68a][i]"That, kiddies, is meh trade."[/i][/color]

Cards were on the table now. Not all of them, but that was too much a rarity. Kim raised her free hand to shoulder-height, in a universal sign for [i]wait[/i]. [i]Calm[/i]. [color=peru]"All right,"[/color] she said evenly, briefly bending her first and last fingers in a sign of three fingers - for as many minutes - before she folded those against her palm too. Shiba on the roof would have seen that. Kim lowered her clenched fist, turning her body inward, and stared at the ginger's last remaining eye. [color=peru]"I do not suppose I have to tell a lass like you we do not invite trouble in our shop."[/color] She jerked her head towards the open entrance to the shop, and waited for the girl to pass.

She looked at Erren, and swiped the flat of her thumb across her temple, the sign for [i]I'll keep a watch.[/i] There were three in the shop now, all shifty characters. Kim liked it none, but these days she liked little. With a beat of remote hesitation, she knocked her knuckles on her collar-bone, and turned into the shop in the wake of the girl. Her own signal for thanks. 

Their base was small enough, and with a total of five in its quarters, it made for cramped arrangements. Feet shoulder-width apart, Kim stationed herself in the corner by the entrance. A bead of sweat careened down her forehead. It was only a matter of waiting before more streaked the same path. But cupping her hands around her ever ready pistol, she stood sentry to watch the trade carefully.