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Kalia studied the figure; the way he turned, his face shifting to adopt a new and even more condescending expression. In the course of a heartbeat, she had a sharper view of him. Blinking, she broke eye contact just long enough to steal a glance at the still-hazy neon lights of the restaurant only a block away. The whispers in the water had quieted, leaving an eerie silence in the monochrome scene.

At his words, she struggled not to glance at her skin. She had felt traces, not realizing she had pulled enough to be noticeable. Let alone strip the air of the rain. Her ears picked up a new tone among the pedestrians; questioning. In the distance, the sound of a siren threatened to draw her immediate attention. Face twisting into an odd disapproving look, she responded with an offhanded "You don't know anything. You just come down here from your fancy-ass hill house to gawk at the lower class." Regaining her stance, she kept a peripheral watch on the dwindling number of people around them. "Oh look at the little hoodrats, dear," she mocked in a false posh tone, "Look at their little hovels, how quaint. Oh that one has a little headwrap. He must be their president." Kalia waved a dismissive hand, returning to her original voice. "Bullshit. Get out of here before you figure out what it's really like."