Tonight had been a fortuitous night! Her pockets were fairly bursting with all the money she had begun to accrue having fast become a favorite among the crowd. It had taken only a short while mixed with hesitant and wary expressions before the crowd had begun to take part in what she offered. When they saw one do it, another would find the courage to ask for one, and so and and so forth until finally rumor had begun to spread. Her potions really worked! As if she had lied to them, but she didn't mind. It was always a thrilling experience to overcome the natural inhibitors that prevented others from simply asking for what they wanted due to some social norm. Humans were the same - always glancing about as if buying from her would somehow interrupt their lives. Only in the good way, she assured them, and it had been the same for the Were's. They were of animal instincts so she had a good idea at how strange they were, always watching her from eyes that did not seem quite content to just rest upon any one thing. Always searching and hunting and skipping. Almost like Tobias with his constant movement - at least it seemed that way to her. She could be a rock in a stream and catch all the stray droplets that went by or in this case money. A little patience went a long way.

After faithfully delivering her homemade cookie to both Tetra and Tobias she packed up her bags, carefully, and stretched her back out. Honestly she dreaded the long walk to the mass transit system. A bike would be preferable but not as practical as a car and she just didn't have the funds to invest in one nor the place to put it. She missed, in these moments, the vast fields of Scotland, settled around an open fire with her parents with nothing but the whispers of the earth to chitter in her ear and the crackle of fire to keep her warm. But Booker was not in Scotland and her dreams would always be dreams in Scotland. Her, at least, she had some form of anonymity and could create her own empire.

Her bag is heavier than it has been in a while, although lighter from the night's excitement, for she had begun to brew new potions depending on what she was asked. It dug deep into her shoulder as she strides away from the Ark with darkness falling, her jean clad legs protesting the load. God, she couldn't wait to get home and throw on some loose shorts and to get out of her bra. The modern wonders that they were, they simply were not comfortable after a long day. She had tried to make her hair lay down pretty today but it had ended up frizzy and wild after all the walking and movement she had done so she gave up, yawning as she walks.

Until Frost steps out in front of her causing her to stop abruptly, mossy eyes growing instantly alert and the hand on her strap tightening slightly. Her eyes narrow at him, trying to gauge the reason for such a question. A thief? Well, he would have a helluva a time if he tried. While tired, she could still feel the thrum of the earth beneath her, ready to arise at her beckoning. "Such as myself?" She answers in calm tones, her voice lyrical as she quirks her head to the side and smiles gently at him, trying to diffuse a tense situation if he should try to make it one. His gesture towards her bag makes her feel uncomfortable for it is her most prized possession, the crux of her existence at this point. "Oh, I didn't see you," she said in surprise, looking him over once more and attributing it to the fact that there was quite a crowd there. "Maybe I am the first one that has asked," she says with a sudden grin, shrugging slightly. "I am not sure why Tetra let me but I'm not complaining and neither are they. Have you had any thoughts of purchasing a potion? If there is anything in particular you want that I don't have I can attempt to make it for you," she continues on, her voice upbeat and really, when was she not when selling her products?