Ren smiles faintly. "I guess you could call it that." She brushes the strap off of her right shoulder, revealing a calligraphy 'A' with a red scar through it right under her collarbone. "Can you see it?"
Ren touches ever wilting flower and her fingers glow softly before the flower perks up. She takes a deep breath and lays her jacket out and she sits on it. She pats next to him.
Delia frowns and quickly unsheathes a dagger from one of the bags and points it at the newcomer. “One move and I’m taking a hand, understand me? What’s your name, who sent you, and how did you get in here?”
“Maybe I do.” Ren winks and takes his hand and leads him out of the club and into a rooftop garden of a nearby building. The building is abandoned, but the garden is thriving. “Remember that I said I’d show you when I think your ready? I think your ready.” She smiles nervously.
Delia looks around and decides to go back to her room. She sits on the floor, not trusting the bed, and sifts through her bag. She takes out the cloth bags and looks through the burner, scowling when it doesn’t seem to work.