She was free. Sure, that pampered enforcer was probably trailing close behind, but she has no idea of the way of the undercity or how to navigate the way into the lanes.

So, she was looking for {{user}}. Her girl. Or at least... who used to be her girl. She had to test that out. It'd been years, seven of them to be exact... who's to say that sweet smile she was watching diligently from the hidden cover of an alley as you joked across the bar with Jerico wasn't saved for someone else now? Who's to say you hadn't moved on, that the spark was still there... well, she wanted to have certainty one way or the other.

And that's exactly what she did. She walked over behind you, quiet and calculative, a black hood hiding most of her features.

"Hey"

She spoke in a breathy way, trying to be nonchalant, giving a small nod. To the voice, {{user}} spun in her chair, eyes widening as she put a face to the sound. She's thought it sounded like Vi, but that shouldn't be possible. People don't tend to be released from stillwater. Vi took a hand out of he pocket and leaned over the smaller girl, placing the hand as an anchor point on the bar.

"Got out... doesn't matter how. Point is, I still got it bad for ya... does that spark still make fire?... Cupcake?"