Window Shopping [Liltotto, Akira]

Just keep watch over the city today, not an unusual task for her to go about looking for potential bouts of trouble, keeping her stride while in her uniform. Thankfully was kinda slow today, in so far as nobody acting up or doing anything weird, not even in the normal places that she'd noted a frequency in incidents.

Wasn't til she noticed a scent she knew all too well; Shinigami. But it wasn't the sticking stench that marred the city for the past few months, she was about to cross paths with one... Her heart raced with instinctive response, the slight chill of dread dully hitting her nerves - it wasn't ever strong but it would always be there.

But.. He didn't appear in a Gotei uniform at all, if anything he was rather plainly dressed, and it didn't take too long of a read to get the indication he was lost. Who was he? Is he a deserter? Undercover? The scent wasn't weak enough to be a halfie. It was probably fine if he got this far into the city without being stopped, but she couldn't help but feel something was off.

"Heya." Her expression didn't betray her feelings, that sensation of crawling skin feeling as if an invisible force was trying harder and harder to pull her away from an interactive distance, "You're definitely lost, yeah. Where you trying to go?"

A raise of the brow was her only immediate response, the rest of her face lacking in readability as she thought for a moment. Damn, she didn't even have to squeeze out what he's doing here... That show of loose lips put him in a more favorable light, but her suspicions still held taut; anyone could say that to some grunt going about the streets, if anything it'd be an easy thing to admit in order to get potential heat off them. Her brow dropped, sighing softly,

"Y'didn't get any word from some part of Albedochiffren? I'd imagine they'd still be helping out with the living arrangements of newbies," She remembered going through looking for places to stay with an agent's help when she first got here, then again they're probably shorter staffed and with lower morale lately; him lying or him slipping through the systemic cracks were of equal possibility in her mind.

"Uh, Liltotto Lamperd," Her voice was flat as she gave her name, as if she didn't expect him to introduce himself so quickly, "Well i'm not a real estate agent or anything, so..." A finger pointed in a particular direction, but it wouldn't make any sense to somebody who just got here, "Nearest department's that way... Aaand you probably don't know what the fuck i'm talking about. Forget it, follow me."

Fine, she'll put up with the stench and be on her way like a good little soldier...

This Akira guy really was a chatterbox, huh? Opening a granola bar as she let him run his mouth, taking her time biting through the bundle of sweet fiber, but acknowledging his words - any bit of accidental slip would be useful after all... But, he spoke with a level of self awareness she didn't expect from the dark robed jackasses who traipsed the streets like they belonged, with little prompting on top of that. He didn't stink of stress or anxiety... He was either particularly good with reading the situation and saying the best thing to soften the blow, or he was being earnest... She couldn't help but let her guard dip a little.

"Y'aren't the first," A sighing tone came from her between bites, "But you are of a few guys. Not everybody's super fond of shinigami - you are right on that. Recent... Occupations, have made things kinda sore. Glad you at least aren't boneheaded enough to think you wouldn't be met with some form of scrutiny."

Has she lived here long? It was almost yesterday, yet as if it had been years since she first got here... "Not as long as some, longer than others. As somebody used to the wastes, yeah getting used to being around people again was a trial."

Her gaze looked a little wistful, "Not to mention I grew up in the woods."

Even with his more agreeable attitude, she still couldn't help feeling like a scared animal, trying to tear out of her own skin and get away from the 'danger' scent's owner. Thankfully her pokerface was top notch else he would have caught her anxiety... But he was looking all droopy and whatnot to her mentions of living conditions; did he, feel bad for her or something? A brow rose, expectant of elaboration of his thinking.

But with his answer, she'd scoff, a crooked grin exposing her inhumanly sharp teeth greeting him, "'My condolences for growing up in the woods', says the guy from the shitty god-forsaken hell slums they call a 'good place' to unsuspecting souls fending off hollowfication. No need to pity me; the woods are fine, especially if you know what you're doing - Can't say the same for the Rukongai, 'specially for how far out you hail from. Stretches to eighty in all four directions, shinigami fart around only the nearest ones so you get shittier and shitter as you get outside of their oh-so merciful and powerful gaze. You don't gotta tell me what i'm plenty aware of."

"As for readjusting to society," She'd speak after a brief pause, her gaze low and looking off at nothing in particular, "Well, I fucked off and lived in the wastes for a few years. I just... Didn't... Nevermind. Surviving the woods wasn't any biggie - dude it's just knowing how to get around and you'd be fine. At worst you're dealing with some assholes. The Rukongai's chock full of those from what i've heard."

Even as she spoke to this guy, it was clear her senses were stretched past them, observant of their surroundings and looking for any odd activity; she was out on a job after all, not just to do small talk with a potential concern. Doing that and keeping with the conversation were little issue to someone as practiced as she, it was no different from scouting or hunting.

"Oohoho, someone's not a fan of the nobility, I see." It wasn't anywhere close to frequent that she spoke with a shinigami, period, but articulating that particular problem wasn't one she heard often; usually it was some holier-than-ye stroke of thought.

"Yeah i'm-" She ceased her response, sighing while pulling a bag of snacks out of her bag as she thought over his words and his rather.. Abrupt departing from the conversation - guy had a head on his shoulders but seemed bound to lose it with how flimsy the screws holding it were. With his return, she'd keep her mild annoyance in check, about to pick back up but he was already running his mouth again, merely closing what was hung open just a touch too long for the lack of words she gave.

"I can't use Blut," she'd calmly respond; she'd done this song and dance, but now she didn't feel uncomfortable to be upfront with it, "I'm not all Quincy, for lack of a better description. I'm just me."