[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vpzoPeW51rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Merchant Area[/center][hr][hr]	Dorothy didn't quite understand what Foy was saying at first. Half of his speech seemed to just be filler words anyways, without any actual meaning attributed to them. For everything that would take one sentence for a normal individual to say, Foy required at least a hearty paragraph. She didn't quite understand what looking for socks had to do with anything and was about to berate Foy for worrying more about garments than catching the woman when it struck her. [i]Duh.[/i] Understanding flashed across her face, replacing the bit of barely concealed disgust at Foy nearly kissing her cheek. 

	[color=#4dffa6]"That sounds wonderful...pudding pop,"[/color] Dorothy said. It had been a while since she flirted with anyone. Or at least, a while since she realized she was flirting. Her enjoyment of messing with her frenemy, Atticus, could've been interpreted by some quite differently than how Dorothy intended it. [color=#4dffa6]"Let's go, then,"[/color] Dorothy added, resisting the urge to add on [i]tally-ho![/i] Maybe Foy's mannerisms were contagious. She shuddered at the thought. 

	At least asking Foy's help seemed to be paying off. From what she understood, he had bribed someone into giving information and had decided to convey that message through talk about socks. It was dedicated, to say the least. Awkwardly reaching out and taking Foy's hand, Dorothy headed in the direction that Foy had indicated, hoping it wasn't too late. She couldn't help but feel Anisa would kill them if they returned empty handed. And even if they caught the woman and brought her back, their kneecaps could be in peril still. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/h1][img]http://www.theweirdlings.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/science.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=8882be][b]Location[/b][/color]: Town (Toy Store)[/center][hr][hr]	Fitz didn't recognize the sound of the gun click, but given Royus' tone of voice and the fact that this wasn't the Core, he got the message pretty quickly. His eyes widened and he seemed to get a bit paler, even though the threat wasn't aimed at him. Just the proximity to the gun seemed to unnerve him. He had grown up relatively sheltered on Osiris, after all. He wanted to add something [i]tough[/i] and [i]macho[/i] to Royus' words to the kid, but only a helpless stutter came out. 

	He relaxed a bit as the kid went off, but he was still nervous with the gun on the table. It was definitely a new experience for him--the entire point of his trip around the 'Verse. Fitz felt a bit crushed seeing he lost, but Royus' praise did help to lift his spirits. [color=8882be]"Th-th-thank you,"[/color] Fitz said, his stutter having become visibly worse after the encounter. He stood up and shook Royus' hand, having a surprisingly firm grip. He had to work with his hands, though--they were always steady and certain. 

	[color=8882be]"I-I-I'll k-keep that in mind,"[/color] Fitz replied. Truthfully, he didn't know if he would be able to keep an eye out for people like that. He was too used to security and not needing to be on the watch for that sort of thing. It was learned behavior by this point.