Ellie loiters; sticking to the corner. Several people have already strolled by her, giving her suspicious looks. Though she doesn't exactly look like she came out of a gutter, there isn't anything about her outfit or bearing that says nobility, and she sticks out like a sore thumb.
Ellie brazenly meets their eyes, her chin tilted up just a touch, like a silent dare. But thankfully, nobody has given her trouble.
A few heads turn as Loki approaches her, but that seems to be enough explanation for some of them, and they carry on.
Returning the wave, Ellie lifts one shoulder and glances down at herself. There might be a little bit of an edge of humor, glinting in the corner of her eyes.
"I think they'll survive," is Loki's retort, and then he gives Ellie a little bow. She'll follow, he presumes, but he keeps her in his peripheral vision anyway as he leads the way to a place locals probably consider 'quaint' and that Loki wonders how they can maintain the rents in this part of town, but that's only half his business.
They do, however, have good wine. And platters of meats and cheeses, which he orders to go with the wine. The seat they're shown is at the window but not so close to the other patrons that they'll be easily overheard.
"So," he drawls as the wine is poured and the other food is set on the table between them, "this tale of yours. Where does it begin?"
Ellie snickers under her breath and follows him, just close enough to make it clear she's walking with him, not planning on robbing him. They get a few odd looks, but it's brushed off easily enough.
They head into the local place, not quite fancy enough to have Ellie's hackles up, and she thanks him for the order, talking with her mouth full. Cheese is still a treat.
"Oh, shit," she mumbles around a bite, reaching up to cover her mouth briefly. "Good question." She takes a moment to think about it, but- just as quickly, she discards most of the story. It's not relevant, not really.
"So... one minute, I was in my own world. Wyoming. Walking through the woods. Then... I woke up in the back of a van, drugged out of my fucking head, wearing a hospital gown." She takes another bite of cheese. "Somebody'd shaved off all my hair. I had stitches in the back of my head. The people in the van looked like nurses. And they just... dumped us. Me and some random other folks. In the alleyway. Told us to "look for the people that glow", and they fucked off."
Ellie pulls a face.
"There were a handful of us. Most of them were freaking out. One girl decided that since I wasn't freaking out as hard, I had something to do with it. She took a swing at me, and I ducked and pulled back, and... turned invisible."
There was more to it than that, but that was the gist.
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Ellie brazenly meets their eyes, her chin tilted up just a touch, like a silent dare. But thankfully, nobody has given her trouble.
A few heads turn as Loki approaches her, but that seems to be enough explanation for some of them, and they carry on.
Returning the wave, Ellie lifts one shoulder and glances down at herself. There might be a little bit of an edge of humor, glinting in the corner of her eyes.
"If you think I'm dressed for it."
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They do, however, have good wine. And platters of meats and cheeses, which he orders to go with the wine. The seat they're shown is at the window but not so close to the other patrons that they'll be easily overheard.
"So," he drawls as the wine is poured and the other food is set on the table between them, "this tale of yours. Where does it begin?"
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They head into the local place, not quite fancy enough to have Ellie's hackles up, and she thanks him for the order, talking with her mouth full. Cheese is still a treat.
"Oh, shit," she mumbles around a bite, reaching up to cover her mouth briefly. "Good question." She takes a moment to think about it, but- just as quickly, she discards most of the story. It's not relevant, not really.
"So... one minute, I was in my own world. Wyoming. Walking through the woods. Then... I woke up in the back of a van, drugged out of my fucking head, wearing a hospital gown." She takes another bite of cheese. "Somebody'd shaved off all my hair. I had stitches in the back of my head. The people in the van looked like nurses. And they just... dumped us. Me and some random other folks. In the alleyway. Told us to "look for the people that glow", and they fucked off."
Ellie pulls a face.
"There were a handful of us. Most of them were freaking out. One girl decided that since I wasn't freaking out as hard, I had something to do with it. She took a swing at me, and I ducked and pulled back, and... turned invisible."
There was more to it than that, but that was the gist.
"And that was new."