well I'm stubborn and wrong [OPEN / PLOT]

[backstabbing]

who. isabela & OPEN
what. taking advantage of chaos is what pirates do best
where. zeta district
when. saturday
warnings. isabela is a warning

When the cats are away, the mice come out to play. Or...however the hell that old saying goes.

There's a certain advantage to be taken when a city finds itself thrust into chaos. Unattended shops, people cowering in their homes, few people out and about to stop you from getting your hands wet with valuable. Save for some beasts which Isabela had little trouble flitting around with quick roguish feet, and some mercenaries roaming the streets, it was a fine time to wander out of her apartment alone with a dagger in each hand and a couple of lockpicks hidden somewhere in the confines of her outfit.

It was Satinalia for a woman like Isabela, and she'll be taking advantage of those at their most unguarded. Sure she had been taught better, but it takes her awhile for lessons learned to truly sink in.

Some of the security measures for these shops had proven to be difficult for a woman like Isabela to parse. Too much electronics, not enough locks, but she's found one or two where the owners couldn't afford technology that could stump a woman from a distant past, and she crouches in the shadows, unnoticed by passing mercs and beasts, fiddling with a lock and cursing mildly as it breaks. She reaches into her cleavage to fish out another, eyes narrowed in concentration, but ever on the alert in case someone approached her to either attack or scold her.

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[She smirks, tucking the lockpick back in her cleavage and standing. She doesn't answer him, staring at the door instead for a few seconds before kicking it sharply with the thick toe of her boot.

The door makes a mechanical noise and opens partially, a space just large enough that with the right sort of prying there'd be enough room to slip in and out.]

That depends on if you're offering something in return and how convincing said offer is. [She turns to look at him, a playful smile on her face though her eyes do flicker with surprise at his appearance. A...frog.] Though chances are...you won't.

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[ wow excuse you isabela, he's a lizard ] I see. [ He sizes her up as she turns, mostly for weapons, though it's hard to miss the gold ornaments and antique dress code. Beyond that, he's more focused on peering through the door from where he is, eyes narrowed in a slight squint. There's not too much inside, which is to be expected, as the Omega elite wouldn't be caught dead with an exclusively mechanical lock. Probably wouldn't mind if it was one of the rich she was mugging anyway; you couldn't turn a profit on this station without trampling some innocent people underfoot. Turnabout's fair play, et cetera.

But that's neither here nor there, and instead he's left at an impasse. There's no aggressive posturing on his end, tone civil as he leans a shoulder on a nearby wall. Doesn't look like he plans on leaving. ] Unfortunate -- I can't offer much more than a credit chit and personal debt. [ A beat, and a subtle turn for the sardonic in his voice. ] So how do you propose we resolve this?

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[Whatever same thing.

When he settles against the wall and makes it obvious he's making no plan to leave and let her be her thieving self, she lets out a rather theatrical sigh, shrugging her shoulders and tossing up her hands.]

What? Is this your dingy little shop or something?

[Honestly, if you're not a lawkeeper and if this is a world with little to no law, why bother bugging a pirate into not taking what's up for grabs unless this place is a personal investment?

Her voice is more obviously mocking.]

Oh, I get a choice, do I?

[She crosses her arms, brows knitting together.]

Then I propose you either bugger off and let me carry on my petty thievery, or we sneak off into a back alley with you on your knees and me finding out if your tongue is really as long as I'm currently imagining it is.

[The former is preferred, the latter is a by-the-book example of Isabela trying to catch a stranger off-guard. She's watching his expression, trying to gauge his reaction.]