The second he released her, she took a step away from him. She rubbed her wrist as he fumbled for the wallet on the ground, watching her the entire time. Her face was mostly obscured by her hood in the harsh lighting, but he could have sworn he saw her roll her eyes.

As he stood back up and neglected to put the wallet away, her eyes glinted. She held her composure, though doing so was more difficult now, as sleepiness began to tug at the corners of her mind. Usually she was in and out of the Marketplace quickly. Today was different.

But she bristled at his question. [color=gray][b]"Let's get one thing straight, Tall Guy--"[/b][/color] Once again her mouth moved and no words came out. She held a hand up, lazily pointing at him. [color=gray][b]"I don't [i]need[/i] your fuckin' money. It's none of your business."[/b][/color] Her words began to slur slightly. [color=gray][b]"I've got debts to pay, who doesn't? Now are you gonna help let you out? Err, let me? Help you? Last chance, Tall Guy."[/b][/color]