[Recognition comes up on her quick despite her sensory overwhelm, and although their meeting had been abrupt and strained, she finds herself pleased to see a familiar face. Or at least, passingly familiar. They're scattered now, the guests and prisoners of Thorne both, so finding anyone she even sort of knows seems like a small, bright gift in a sea of strangeness.
It's for this reason, maybe, that she follows at the woman's heels as she begins to push her way through the roiling crowd, tucking her coin purse back into a trouser pocket as she goes. As they duck down into a branching side street the mass of human life around them begins to thin out, and she feels as though she can breathe more easily. A scattering of other market-goers wind past them, and the press of the dull, brick walls is a temporary respite from the assault of colour and newness of the marketplace proper.]
And you got out.
[She says in a stunning statement of the obvious, belatedly, now that she can be more easily heard.]
You know what? A drink sounds good, and I'm buying. Did you have a place in mind?
[She peers further up along the alley, with it's smattering of people and closed-off doors, most likely back entrances to the myriad establishments that clutter the wider streets, or people's homes perhaps. Whether there's a tavern nearby, she isn't quite sure; this place is so big and sprawling that it's proving difficult to memorise.]
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It's for this reason, maybe, that she follows at the woman's heels as she begins to push her way through the roiling crowd, tucking her coin purse back into a trouser pocket as she goes. As they duck down into a branching side street the mass of human life around them begins to thin out, and she feels as though she can breathe more easily. A scattering of other market-goers wind past them, and the press of the dull, brick walls is a temporary respite from the assault of colour and newness of the marketplace proper.]
And you got out.
[She says in a stunning statement of the obvious, belatedly, now that she can be more easily heard.]
You know what? A drink sounds good, and I'm buying. Did you have a place in mind?
[She peers further up along the alley, with it's smattering of people and closed-off doors, most likely back entrances to the myriad establishments that clutter the wider streets, or people's homes perhaps. Whether there's a tavern nearby, she isn't quite sure; this place is so big and sprawling that it's proving difficult to memorise.]