[Log] Brief encounter

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Eavesdown Docks - Persephone
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Julia starts to wander down the row of ships, listening to the barkers with a soft, small smile. She watches the people rush about as well, feeling a weird sense of comfort at being lost in all the chaos.

Saienne loiters in the dubious shade of a stack of crates. It is a sunny day on Eavesdown, and her broad-brimmed hat is perched on her head. The shadow from it falls across her face. She is picking ineffectually at some noodles with a pair of throw-away chopsticks, and she watches as Eavesdown ebbs and flows around her.

Julia eventually turns towards her goal. So many of the ships dump perfectly usuable components in their trash before lift off. While not exactly dumspter diving, she DOES pick cables, and wires, and boarsd up from the piles of non-food and non-waste refuse.

Saienne's attention is attracted to the slender young woman who is collecting the dockside flotsam and jetsam, watching as she gathers discarded electrical bits and pieces from the various refuse piles nearby. She shovels some more noodles into her mouth and chews thoughtfully. She clears her throat, and asks: "Lookin' for somewhat in particular?"

Julia looks around ad blushes when the comment is for her. She shakes her head and simply replies in a whispery soft voice,"They throw away usuable stuff is all."

Saienne sets her empty noodle box on the top of the crate nearest her and wipes her hands clean on her trousers. The racket of Eavesdown makes her take a step towards Julia, and she turns her head to better hear what the girl has to say. "Ain't that but the truth," Saienne agrees, when she's heard and understood. "Folks is all kinds of wasteful." She grins a crooked grin. "But I reckon that serves you well, ain't it so?"

Julia shrugs and simply offers,"Sometimes, yes." And today she takes very little. For whatever reason, there's not much here she needs to day.

Saienne watches Julia carefully, freckles and all, and her eyes narrow. She ducks in a little closer, and the feather tucked into the band of her hat ducks and bobs erratically. "Ain't... ain't we met somewhere before, miss?" Saienne takes a step back again and pushes her hat back on her head. Her face is bathed in sunlight, and she squints as it hits her eyes.

Julia shrugs and lowers her eyes even more, hiding under the hood of her garment. She slips her backpack back on and prepares to move away before things get too awkward again.

Saienne appears perplexed at the reaction her question seems to have caused - a retreat. "Well," she says, mostly to herself. "I reckon I'll take that as a no." Her lop-sided smile returns, but there's an uncharacteristic twist of bitterness in there. "But probably there ain't many as'd acknowledge an acquaintance with me these days." She pushes her hat forward again, and steps back to skulk alongside the shade by the crates.

Julia does her level best to melt back into the fray. Attention of any kind seems to make her wither by the second. She half-raises an arm in an aborted wave and then tries to slip back into the throngs along the row of ships.

Nothing less than vexed, that's how Saienne looks. Instinctively, she returns the half-successful wave and watches as the younger woman tries to disappear. Saienne has spent a large number of hours loitering, passing time on Eavesdown, however, and her practiced eye measures Julia's path through the ebb and flow of the crowd. She closes her eyes once, and the bemused expression fades away - as does her ability to follow Julia's progress. Saienne turns her attention back to the people closer to her, her ears and eyes open, as ever, to opportunity.