Fangs. Not the regular, reliable canines of a human, but the well and proper fangs of a vampire or certain demons or, well, like gorgons. Stride eyed them curiously, then gave a grunt of recognition. [color=#BC6101]“One of [i]those[/i] fairies, eh? Guessin’ meat don’t really sit well with ya if you ain’t eatin’ it.”[/color] She took a swig of her Coke, wiping her lips clean with her sleeve. There was no judgement or scorn on her part- after all, in her line of work, she both worked with and apprehended all sorts of folk. Fey were just a part of the batch when it came down to it. 

Stride scratched her back lazily in response to Cienna’s question, as if feeling for wings before pulling away. [color=#BC6101]“Nah. If we’re s’pose to, I don’t got ‘em. Genes fucked me over on a lotta stuff.”[/color] She shrugged, then took another swig. The next dig took her by surprise, and she found herself looking up at the fairy with sort of incredulity before pausing.

Oh, right. Blind. Given how well Cienna could “see”, she had forgotten that she couldn’t actually see. 

[color=#BC6101]“Yeah,”[/color] Stride said. [color=#BC6101]“Yeah, I do.”[/color] She dug her wallet out of her back pocket, thumbed a few choice dollars loose, then patted them onto the center of the table. 

For the sake of her own pride, she kept her eyes off the bill as much as possible. 

[@Daemanis]