[for all her talk, vi hasn't purposely shown her whole body (...) of work to anyone either. her arms are easy enough to see - some of her back, because yeah, tank tops were part of her stillwater uniform - or shall we say tank top singular - it's not like they provided duplicates without extenuating circumstances.

that's a nod - no judgment in it - so much of the undercity's sick, affected in one way of another, it's just another thing she's learned to accept, although she hates that it had to be accepted when it could have often been prevented.]

Your world sounds like a hell no all of its own. Don't get me wrong, mine was no picnic either. Right? Nah, that would be too easy if things just ...worked the way we want.

[the vines are of interest - eyes trailing over them, tilting her head as she sees the tridents. an idea beating its wings at the edges of her thoughts. vi has already taken a deep breath - she's been holding it, and on the exhale she gives a little laugh - expelling unexpected nervous energy.]

Gotta admit ...I'm having a fun time. You're hot, basically a fucking wizard, and a good artist to boot. That's a tough act to follow, I don't even think you're done.

[it might be the best job interview ?? she's ever had. also, it's the only one.]