The mood of the place is subtly different when she's not with Reno, she notices as she strolls through the arcade. The slight edge of uneasy respect, the way people walk wide around, is gone. That's fine -- it makes it easier to slip by people unnoticed, even dressed to catch the eye as she is.
Information is changing hands, here as anywhere; the crowds aren't quite so singly fixated on enjoying themselves as they seem. The noise level makes it hard to overhear anything without moving in close, which means she tends to only be able to make a few fragments here and there: something about a delayed shipment of supplies to Corel (wherever that might be), something about a disease called Geostigma, something about a hypothetical theft -- her ears prick up at that and she trails behind the two men for a while longer, but loses interest when it becomes apparent that they (a) really are only talking hypothetically, and (b) couldn't plan a theft if their lives depended on it. Amateurs.
She plays a few of the target-shooting games, keeping her hand in, and watches the time. Coming up on the two-and-a-half hour mark; time to see if she can't find and tail Reno on his way back to the rendezvous point.
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Date: 2008-12-18 05:55 am (UTC)The mood of the place is subtly different when she's not with Reno, she notices as she strolls through the arcade. The slight edge of uneasy respect, the way people walk wide around, is gone. That's fine -- it makes it easier to slip by people unnoticed, even dressed to catch the eye as she is.
Information is changing hands, here as anywhere; the crowds aren't quite so singly fixated on enjoying themselves as they seem. The noise level makes it hard to overhear anything without moving in close, which means she tends to only be able to make a few fragments here and there: something about a delayed shipment of supplies to Corel (wherever that might be), something about a disease called Geostigma, something about a hypothetical theft -- her ears prick up at that and she trails behind the two men for a while longer, but loses interest when it becomes apparent that they (a) really are only talking hypothetically, and (b) couldn't plan a theft if their lives depended on it. Amateurs.
She plays a few of the target-shooting games, keeping her hand in, and watches the time. Coming up on the two-and-a-half hour mark; time to see if she can't find and tail Reno on his way back to the rendezvous point.