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Anastasia paid no attention to the rat as she sauntered around Apollo, ready to strike at anyone who dared to threaten them. Her eyes did, however, grow wide when she realized just how rare his bounty was. A smirk spread across her face as she thought of the damage she could do with that gun, though she was almost sure she'd never have it in her possession. Erik was too smart to give her a weapon of that caliber, and as far as she knew Apollo didn't trust her as far as he could throw her.

Her eye shone intensely as she glowered at the rat, and then flickered a glance of respect to Miss Tyme. She strutted over to the rat whispering just loud enough for only him to hear, "How exactly did scum like you get a hold of something so pretty?Because..you know, thieves aren't welcomed in this house. The boss doesn't like 'em," Her cold breath ghosted across his ear, the smell of tobacco and winter green filling his nostrils.

She waited patiently for an answer, walking back over to the grave lord. As always, she stayed close to him, like a shadow. Her green eyes flickering about, analyzing each and every move that the people around her made.

She smiled at Jaylin, is wasn't exactly a warm smile, but it wasn't an icy cold one either.

"If you haven't already gathered the..vermin wants to trade, and as if that isn't enough Miss Tyme needs to speak with you about her...deal. Then we can talk. Would you like me to stay or go while you handle this?" she asked Apollo, pursing her lips ever so slightly.