sweet. right.

[surgicallyyours]

Amber wants a new chin. Actually, now that she thinks about it, she would fancy a new nose too. And perhaps bigger eyes. Or a new head of hair- that would be nice. But now she heads down the alley, followed by her valet.

"Graverobber," she coos softly, batting her long black lashes. She turns a corner and... this is not familiar territory anymore. "

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[ontopofthedead]

Graverobber glances up from his book (Essentials of General Surgery, for those inclined to peek) and gives Amber his most innocent expression.

"Whatever you might be thinking right now -- if anything at all, which I sometimes doubt -- I didn't do it. And I'm out of Zydrate, so don't bother asking."

He flips a page, using his foot to nudge his bag behind the couch. He's fairly certain the blue glow doesn't show through the thick fabric, but you can't be too careful around Amber. She can probably smell the stuff.

[surgicallyyours]

Amber Sweet's eyes dart to the bag before passing over him again. "You know," she says sweetly, approaching him slowly. She sets both hands on the back of the couch, on each side of him "...that I know that you're lying," she snaps, eyes flashing.

[ontopofthedead]

"Mm, why would I lie to you?" He runs a hand up the inside of her thigh, smirking. "You still owe me from your last hit. I'm not inclined to give you anything until I get paid."

[surgicallyyours]

She clenches her jaw shut for a moment, giving him a hard stare before softening her gaze again. "I do have other ways of paying, you know..." she murmurs.

[hippocratic_lie]

Although he's incredibly unlikely to ever perform any cosmetic surgery, the typist is very interested in what will happen if Amber stumbles across a doctor. So here's one, looking a little stiff in his very shiny vest and looking the part with his medkit at his side (he's on his way to Serenity to replenish his stock of bandages). "I'm, ah, not sure we have any graverobbers here," Simon says. "As far as I know we don't have any graves."

[surgicallyyours]

"Huh," says Amber, prepared to walk away from him (also who said that shiny vest was a good decision?). But then her eyes (which are a nice blue today) catch a glimpse of that medkit and she smiles sweetly. “Could you tell me where I am?”

[hippocratic_lie]

Most likely some personal shopper, five years ago on Osiris when the styles were different. Possibly his mother. But far be it from Simon to refuse anyone help, even if they are snooty about fashion.

"I wish I could. As crazy as it sounds, no one's sure where we are."

[surgicallyyours]

"Well, that sucks." Amber pulls a face.

"What's your name?" she purrs, tilting her head to the side and twirling a bit of hair around her finger.