[ For all that Fern is a rogue and therefore has the means and the training to put on a certain persona, most of the time she is far too straightforward for that. Rather than put on some sort of act, her preference is to not be seen or perceived at all.

This place seems lawless enough that she's almost positive that mercenary work must exist. She can't imagine a place that isn't like that, frankly.

So the reaction from the other woman is... odd, to her. Until she remembers that yes, there are civilians who are used to remaining safe within city walls. Then again, is this city truly so safe? ]

I have training for it. [ She shrugs. She isn't trying to brag or call attention to herself. It's simply the truth. ] It's what I'm used to, though it seems I might have to begin with a more mundane choice of work.

[ She needs enough to live on without incurring even more debt. ]