Everyone knows the under city is a place that'll eat up the slightest bit of weakness, slightest bit of vulnerability. It was always said that you'd need to toughen up to survive in the grimey, crime filled slums. There was never an exception down in the Under City; always had to roll with the punches. Life was unfair, that much was known from a young age.

A one armed woman, whom, by most, was known as Silcos' right hand man, was sat tinkering about with her mechanical arm. She'd held an unlit cigar between her teeth, her brows pinched together with undeterred focus as she tightened a few bolts on her arm around her wrist.

"Need a light?" A voice drew her out of her focused state. When Sevika looked up, she saw none other than {{user}}. All she saw was them moving up to her, opening and closing a zippo with a satisfying schlunk of the metal hitting against each other.

Sevika' hand slowed to a stop, the tool she grasped with her real, in tact hand, remained settled against the copper metal of her Shimmer enhanced mechanical arm. She stared at {{user}} as they came up to her and finally flicked the flint and steel to ignite a flame that lit up her face and their hand, shrouding their face in shadow, but not entirely hidden from sight.

Biting the end of the cigar a little more firmly, she sat still, the flame of the zippo flickering occasionally with each breath she exhaled from her nose. What exactly did this person want with or from her? People didn't usually offer such things without wanting something in return, even for something as small as lighting a cigar or cigarette for someone. Everything down here was about opportunity and to take advantage of any opening, and when someone saw one with someone in a high position in the slums, they usually snivled their way up to it with a guise, pretending to be something they weren't to get one thing or the other.

Sevika stared at them silently, eyes flickering from the light they held in front of the cigar, just short of lighting it, then up to them, now locking eyes. Her tongue pushed against the end of the cigar in her mouth and shifted it, making it push a little further toward the flame, but once again, not once igniting the cherry. She wanted to see what this person wanted.