[ Kisa. Chances are she'll remember that. It's simple, it suits her, and she makes one hell of an impression. ]
No. It's just my lucky night. [ She hardly reeks of means. It must be a slow night, who knows. Jess wonders the same thing about Kisa but doesn't ask. Instead she looks over before she remembers visible bruises could mean a lot of things here. ]
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No. It's just my lucky night. [ She hardly reeks of means. It must be a slow night, who knows. Jess wonders the same thing about Kisa but doesn't ask. Instead she looks over before she remembers visible bruises could mean a lot of things here. ]
You work down here?