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Jessamine frowned again as Jemina scoffed. There couldn't be a such thing as a respectable thief? Clearly she hadn't heard of the honor thieves were so proud of. Granted, it was most often only noticed among thieves...or maybe it was just some misunderstanding, or a different kind of understanding. Regardless, it was probably something a cop wouldn't understand. She watched her strapping on her gun holster and then tucked the gun in it. She shrugged at Jemina's suggestion, though she didn't need much time to think on it.

"Well, it'll help quiet my curiosity. And, if I get a good enough look at the jail, we can start to form a plan. Yeah, I'll come along." Anything to get her a chance to explore, to look around, to learn the area she was going to be staying in for a while so that she didn't get lost later on. She stretched a little, then automatically patted the side of her belt, where she often kept her knife hidden. She found that very few bothered to look for weapons hidden underneath a belt, especially when the knife ran alongside the belt, rather than hanging from it. She doubted it would be much help directly against the army, but it would help her escape, like it had so many times before.

'That's all I have to trust right now,' she thought, 'so far away from Dad and the others, and with a stranger, a knife's all I can trust. Decent help doesn't just walk up on it's own, does it?' She looked back to Jemina, then back out the door. It looked like no one had bothered checking this building for stragglers. Some army. But that made it so much more useful to them.

"Shall we be going, then? Before some patrol starts walking by, or a soldier with a gun, or something like that..."