In spite of how she'd reacted to the man's comments, Fia couldn't really say she hated the company that much. Sure, his words were a bit poorly placed and certainly aimed at the wrong person, but his reaction to Fia's outburst made the steampunk a little guilty for how she'd handled it. He'd mostly brushed off her threats, but not in a way that seemed dense or stubborn, but more like he was willing to take the joke and laugh it off, even return some of the banter.
She grinned a little smugly at his following comment, unable to realize she reminded him a bit of some of the other men in her family, able to talk and take shit like any true Barone. "Hah, dream on, you damned mutt!" She'd quip at him as he showed off his profile and beard, smirking as she kept up the banter. "I ain't exactly got the biggest strike zone, but ain't hard to guess you ain't exactly a hit with the ladies. Hell, reckon I've got more luck with 'em than you." Her teasing was merciless, but it's about the level she was used to from the Barone household. There wasn't such a thing as proper etiquette in that large estate, only respect, honor and pride.
After that brief verbal sparring, the man answered Fia's question about what brought him to Baska, they seemed a bit vague about his exact intentions. Apparently, he was on a quest of some sort, some kind of traveler or adventurer or sellsword, Fia wasn't quite sure what he fell under really. His little comment about meeting nice people like Fia earned him a quick scoff, before she added her own two cents.
"Yeah yeah, I'm freakin' great, I know." She'd growl sarcastically, mostly because she just wasn't that comfortable with compliments. Never had been. "Anyways I wouldn' recommend stayin' too long 'ere. Even if I get what ya mean be there bein' people to meet..." Fia would muse, thinking back on all those she'd encountered already. She'd made more friends - and others - during her few months in Baska than she had the rest of her life.
"Yeah... Travellin' to meet people. I get that." She mused softly, taking another drag on her cigarette, looking atypically thoughtful for a moment. "Lots o' decent folk out there, if yer willin' to look past all the bastards and pigs and assholes...."
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