She'd shut herself away for such a time before she'd made her contract, when the world had seemed to put its back to her. It's a hard inclination to fight even now.

Regardless, her life there is over, and if this city is not quite home then at least it's all she has to look forward to - home by convenience.

Oriko touches the first knuckle of her index finger to her lip, catching it slightly in thought. But she's sure to take her hand away before speaking.

"Help you? I suppose I'd need to know what's being asked of me before I agree to anything." As, her tone hints, a precaution. "It would be egotistical to assume you need a model."