[Oh thank god, there's a look she can recognize, and there's something reassuring in the familiarity of a guy who looks like he comes from her part of the world. Thugs are people she knows how to deal with, even if the fact he seems to be handing out free baked good is a little surprising.
It's possible he's just had a rough night and she's misjudging entirely, but it can't hurt to wander over, arms wrapped protectively around herself, a grey pitbull following her happily. Once she's actually close enough to reach for a cookie, she pauses, casting a glance at Jesse, giving off the impression that she wants one, but feels like it'd be impolite to take one without saying anything.]
Hi. [Her voice is quiet, but a brief, unsure smile flickers across her face.] Are these for us?
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It's possible he's just had a rough night and she's misjudging entirely, but it can't hurt to wander over, arms wrapped protectively around herself, a grey pitbull following her happily. Once she's actually close enough to reach for a cookie, she pauses, casting a glance at Jesse, giving off the impression that she wants one, but feels like it'd be impolite to take one without saying anything.]
Hi. [Her voice is quiet, but a brief, unsure smile flickers across her face.] Are these for us?
[She means "Transports", presumably.]