[Jason's not really undercover but it doesn't ever hurt to be discrete. His collar is up to obscure his face, his RAC badge is nowhere in sight. He's alone, no one knows he's coming down here, and he wasn't followed. So he really isn't expecting company.
But company he gets. He sharpens up in the spine when she calls out to him, follows the sound of it swiftly back to the source with a sharp look and a bit of a frown. After a pause—barely-there, just long enough to weigh his options—he flags her over, ducking away from the storefront and out of the main street, into the alley next to the tenement. Getting them out of traffic and at least partly out of sight. After giving the area a quick once-over—]
Now, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
[This isn't meant to dig at her upbringing—especially given he doesn't even know about it. But there you are.]
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But company he gets. He sharpens up in the spine when she calls out to him, follows the sound of it swiftly back to the source with a sharp look and a bit of a frown. After a pause—barely-there, just long enough to weigh his options—he flags her over, ducking away from the storefront and out of the main street, into the alley next to the tenement. Getting them out of traffic and at least partly out of sight. After giving the area a quick once-over—]
Now, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
[This isn't meant to dig at her upbringing—especially given he doesn't even know about it. But there you are.]