i was waiting in the getaway car

[resought]

WHO: Evie Frye and semi-open.
WHAT: Evie builds herself a reputation by doing various things in the refugee and force camps whilst she gets a feel for the place.
WHEN: Mid to late Wintermarch.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Catch-all for ~various things~. This is mostly here to explain what she has been doing before she goes to harass various Seeker parties and officially joins the Inquisition, SO. Starters below for interested parties! If you'd like to do something, either PM me or use this plurk and I'll add one for you.

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[seesobserves]

There aren't many places where one can covertly observe the highest point in Skyhold. But Sherlock hadn't needed to watch the entire time: they would have been too far away to spot the details (though he'd recognized the barmaid by her silhouette — curious). He'd only wanted confirmation that someone was up there, and enough cover to watch them while they descended.

He's received far less kind greetings in his time, whatever the tone. And he sees no reason to keep himself hidden now. He'd wanted to know how skilled this person using the name of Red Jenny was — so far, he's not disappointed.

He steps out from the shadows, from behind the corner where he was concealed. He has weapons, too, visible ones: a dagger and a couple of grenades strapped to the belt underneath his coat.

All he offers, to begin with, is: "Evening."

[resought]

Evie's fingers flex as she waits, finding more interest in the ground at her feet until he reveals himself. Even then, she doesn't turn until he speaks. It would be quite easy to mistake her for someone who was unguarded or defenseless - it would have been a shame if he did.

She stays guarded, though she doesn't move - but she already knows her exits if this turns sour. It was not, she felt, a threatening presence. Even now, she didn't feel threatened by him, even though that happened rarely, and she had been wrong before. But there is something fiercely... determined in him, she supposes. Perhaps curious. Maybe friendly. That last one was up in the air. He was a mystery to her but she was not entirely to him; that troubled her, but only slightly.

"Evening," she replies, but only to be polite. Her tone is clipped. "We haven't been introduced, Ser...?"

[seesobserves]

"Goods and Services." In reference to the note he'd left pinned to the bottom of hers — since the context of who he is will be of more use to her, in this moment, than his name. "One hears the name 'Red Jenny' murmured around Amaranthine. Never so publicly."