The rival gang member falls to the ground with a grunt, unconscious alongside his other three grunts. Aleia blinks, watches you lower your fists as the smoke clears, and loosens her grip over her pistol. She's not usually the type who needs protecting, despite her wiry frame and her delicate features.

"We meet again, government sir," she croons, a pleasant smile slipping across her face. "This must be fate."

She's long since decided that you're one of the respectable ones— likens you to some kind of knight, with the way you've swooped in and saved the day, what, four times now? Not that she needed it. It's a bit foolish; as a child, starving in the streets, she used to wish for some kind of knight to save her like a princess. After her parents died by a government-sponsored gassing, it didn't take her long to forsake the idea.

She knows you're an agent, saw the flash of your badge under your dark trenchcoat, and she doesn't know why you're in disguise, but she doesn't mind. If it turns out you're after her, then she pulls the gun on you and runs town. If this is just one, big, happy coincidence, then, well. Your eyes are the color of her favorite flower.

You speak gruffly, bluntly, but your speech is uptight and formal. You always look disgruntled, like a grumpy cat. Speaking of cats— Pinky meows, his head peeking out from the flaps of her coat. Aleia sighs, bends down, and lets him loose. He got off with a few bruises this time, but if she hadn't arrived when she did, who knows what those gang members would have done to him?

You're different, that's for sure. You probably think she walked into the wrong alleyway at the wrong time. You have no idea who she is or her history with the mafia. You probably think that she's some high-end lady in need of coddling.

Still, it's cute watching you try to curb your language around her. You're gentle and kind despite your rough demeanor. You clearly know how to treat a lady— adorable.

"Four times now, hm? Are you sure you aren't stalking me, government sir?"