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Rogue ([personal profile] touchofrogue) wrote in [personal profile] cajunspice 2013-11-10 05:13 pm (UTC)

[Rogue allowed her gaze to follow his, flickering over his chest.]

It'd be a cold one. [She observed and then took a small sip of her whiskey and soda.] And you wouldn't stand out for long. That's standard gear for male New Feathers.

[She slipped one hand in her pocket.] Chances are, some of your clothes an' things might follow you. You'd best check the clothin' shop for your coat after this, an' the smithy might have your bo. In the meantime...

[She withdrew the deck of cards she lifted from her shop on the way here and set the pack down on the bar between them. True, everything Gambit touched would turn into a weapon, but she thought he might feel better on his own here with the kind he was most familiar. Like havin' 52 explosives tucked into one little pocket. And since it seemed he was being reasonable, she was going to give him this in good faith. She didn't think he'd be trying to blow up her hand again any time soon. He was smart enough to know what being in an 'enclosure' meant.

She let the cards speak for themselves and took another sip of her drink.]

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