Yo, handsome. Need your help for a second, [She's at his back: tall and out of place and still half-banged up from arrival, one discarded pamphlet in hand, waved like a free pass to his undivided attention which is what she pretty much figures is the deal when it comes to getting pegged for being downwind of someone else's refuse.

But the view's not bad, and an in to getting a little one-on-one that's not superficial flattery can't hurt.] got a couple of--

[Voice cutting itself off the second he turns around, eyebrows raised high under the brim of a low hat, mouth still open without any sort of immediate response to his face. At least not until she adds, helpfully:] --woof. Hope you got a refund from whoever screwed you over on those modifications.