Quick fingers make light work. [That's not the correct phrase but she hardly cares.] Or claws, I guess, in your case. [She's not bothered by the claws. She comes from the Undercity where augments are all the rage whether or not you need them. Though she's seen her fair share of grotesque skin grafts, the... mm method of her claws is a little more different than she's accustomed to, she'll give them that.

She tilts her head so her ear is leaned against her shoulder, eyes never leaving the other girl.] Some people around here think the only way to survive is to make an honest living. Like there's not enforcers that will take a bribe or raiders on a hunt. Honest? [She scoffs and drops a steam roll and a hunk of cheese down to the girl.] Honest gets you dead.