What the fuck, asshole?! [ Vi snarls, a bit jerkily as the edge of the cart catches her ribcage. Her wrists bound, she can't catch it very well when it lurches, so Vi instinctively drops down on a knee instead, bracing the cart with her shoulder so it doesn't fall over (and so that she doesn't do the same). ]
Am I under arrest? [ She demands. The man isn't dressed like any sort of enforcer -- more like a weird fair performer, or one of the Shimmer-rich goons she'd seen in Silco's takeover of The Last Drop, with that flashy high collar and strung-out twitchiness. ]
no subject
Am I under arrest? [ She demands. The man isn't dressed like any sort of enforcer -- more like a weird fair performer, or one of the Shimmer-rich goons she'd seen in Silco's takeover of The Last Drop, with that flashy high collar and strung-out twitchiness. ]