She doesn't know a whole lot about the different kinds of magic out there — enough to know how to put 'em in the dirt mostly — but she'd've bet anything Flint was a vampire even before he went and opened his mouth. Fitting; the man sucked the life out of folks back in Nassau, and now he does it here too.
There's an audible noise of disgust from Anne at his words, and she hefts the man up off the bar to shove him toward the exit with a hissed "get out of here," because she'd rather see him leave healthy and (mostly) fine than fed to Flint.
"Figures," she says, taking the man's abandoned beer for her own. Anne slips onto a stool, back turned to Flint with all the acknowledgement he really deserves, "Jack's not here if you're looking for someone to rip off."
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She doesn't know a whole lot about the different kinds of magic out there — enough to know how to put 'em in the dirt mostly — but she'd've bet anything Flint was a vampire even before he went and opened his mouth. Fitting; the man sucked the life out of folks back in Nassau, and now he does it here too.
There's an audible noise of disgust from Anne at his words, and she hefts the man up off the bar to shove him toward the exit with a hissed "get out of here," because she'd rather see him leave healthy and (mostly) fine than fed to Flint.
"Figures," she says, taking the man's abandoned beer for her own. Anne slips onto a stool, back turned to Flint with all the acknowledgement he really deserves, "Jack's not here if you're looking for someone to rip off."