[Risk, reward. So. Vandii isn't the kind to back down so easily. Her movements are very controlled, tongue delicate and dexterous enough Ginia can imagine a few other things for a moment. It shows on her face in a lazy smirk, partially hidden as Ginia licks off any remainder salt and downs her second shot, skipping the lime chaser.]

You were the one who brought up unprompted you're named after a mass murder. Dangled it for the whole network to see.

[Ginia shifts to face Vandii a little more, brings up her legs onto the seat of the booth. Her knife is tucked on the inside of her leg, hidden out of sight. She traces a finger along Vandii's shoulder, admiring the lean lines of her frame, pulling back so she can sign again.]

Ever feel the urge to tug on stray strings? See how much you can unravel or how quickly it snarls up?