[ Her own lantern is dimmed but still far enough behind her to cast illumination down the alley, outlining him when he turns to face her. She can see just enough of his features to make him out now - and the bottle of beer in his hand.
Lips quirking faintly, she tips her head to the side, red hair backlit by the lantern behind her. There's faint amusement in her voice when she counters his greeting. ]
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Lips quirking faintly, she tips her head to the side, red hair backlit by the lantern behind her. There's faint amusement in her voice when she counters his greeting. ]
Are you lost?