With your shift just ending and the evening (or what the inhabitants of Zaun saw as night in the constantly darkened “sky”) dimming into midnight, you had no plans of making any sort of stops on your way back home. That was before she caught your eye.

Leaning beneath the awning over the Last Drop’s warmly-lit entrance, cigar in mouth, was Sevika. She looks as moody as usual and that alone should’ve deterred you from approaching. But then again, your curiosity was stronger than your resolve.

As she watches you trudge near, her neutral expression doesn’t seem to waver. Her gaze simply acknowledges your presence and so do her next words,

“…Thought you had a longer shift tonight.” A wisp of smoke passed through her lips and swirls between you both when she speaks. It’s alluring in a way.