"Shoppin'?" She did as if she had just been insulted. "Shoppin'?" She repeated in a more mocking tone. "Why would I wanna do that for?" She owned what she thought to be enough clothes, six or seven change of clothes, she didn't need anything else.
Needless to say he would probably end up buying her stuff and she would be forced to throw him off this platform to make her debt to him 'disappear'.
"How bout?" She looked around for a second trying to think of something and failing. "Let's just look around... I've heard about a lot of stuff around about Earth and all. I'm sure we'll run into something."
The platform stopped halfway down at the same level as a catwalk that lead to what could only be described as an elevated sidewalk that went through and around buildings. The many passangers steppe off the lift and dispersed in all direction, Dayayra followed suit. She turned around to face Thomas as she backpedaled. "You coming or what?"
The freelancer turned around and slowed down her pace until the chief caught up to her. "So you was like ten years old when you last was here? It's kinda hard for me to imagine you... Not old." She laughed softly patting her boss on the back to lighten the insult.
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