Aly gives this guy a quite epic side-eye. "Mm-hmm...that doesn't sound suspicious at all." She looks a little eccentric herself - a drab olive cloak pinned with a brooch resembling a Japanese maple leaf over what are obviously modern Earth street clothes.

"Lucky for you, bruh, I'm a little eccentric myself. But if you're looking to get off, you'd have more luck in the Fire Sector. This homie don't play that." She shifts, and underneath the cloak a copper-headed mace is revealed.

Hashbrown, no filter.