It was not her favorite thing in the world. She needed to set up her own base of operations and get out of the Inn. It was not safe staying in so public a location for too long.

Then there was Ash. Acheron had been grousing over the phone at the way she took a major risk in bringing on Phoenix as she did. Problem was she really had no choice in the matter. She needed a squire bad and no one was available to relocate. She refused to admit to anyone that she wanted the companionship too. Of course she wasn't fooling Ash at all. She could almost here Tory in the background trying to reassure him.

She had chosen a house in the south-western section of this city. The house was spacious and situated near one of the towers in the southern wall. It was in a fairly private location and easily accessible. It was on the market and well within her means. Now she needed to find a solicitor that didn't mind working nights.

Some days, it just doesn't pay to be... Well... Dead.

Though night was her usual purview, she was lucky enough in that she did not have the problems with daylight that Jissin did. Her preference for night was more of a schedule preference, as most of the work she had been involved in for the past twenty-odd years had been done at night rather than in the day.

Such was life in the shadows...

At Jissin's request, she had taken up looking for a place during the daylight hours when she slept. And at the moment, she was waiting in front of a house at the very southern edge of WestEnd, high noon. Dressed very businesslike - a green, knee-length dress, form-fitting enough to show she's a woman without being so tight that it left little to the imagination, as well as matching heels, her long red hair spilling over her shoulders to make her look a bit less severe.

Briefly, as she waits for the realtor, she wonders what Jissin might think of the dress. A slight smile touches her lips as she looks around to see if the man she had arranged to meet was making his approach.

Nothing yet, but he shouldn't be long - she had offered to make the payment for the house outright, and usually realtors couldn't resist such an offer.

And, like her brother, patience is something she has in abundance.

The twisting of her lips into a smile is forced, though, after a lifetime of having to convince potential employers that she is a pleasant, cordial professional, it certainly doesn't look it. What he would see would be a pleasant expression, polite and open, though not overly so.

Still, she kind of wishes Jissin had been here to see the raking his eyes had just given her. She wouldn't calculate the odds on how long his eyes would have stayed in his head.

Professional, Becca. Don't hurt him unless he decides he wants to try pushing it.

She nods to him, extending a hand to him as she appraises the man before her, an eyebrow ever-so-slightly raised while she makes her assessment.

Good fashion sense, obviously makes a good living doing what he does. But by hook or by crook? She'd just have to see for herself.

Undoubtedly thinks of himself as charming, if he thinks he can just let his eyes wander that way, as well.

Ah, men.

"That'd be me, indeed. And you are?" Just for effect, she gives him her own slow, smoldering smile, a curve of the lips meant to be inviting and smoldering.

She's trying very hard not to be annoyed just by the sound of his voice. She doesn't have the telepathic abilities she knows that some possess, of course, but she doesn't need them - she can see the greed on his face, can practically hear the wheels turning in his head as he tries to think of all the ways he can scam money out of the tall, leggy and attractive female in front of him.

Wait until he found out that he wasn't dealing with the usual pretty face.

For the moment, though, she goes right along with it. How things proceed from here will determine her reaction - though she suspects it will most likely be somewhere in the neighborhood of being as hard an blunt as a sledgehammer.

Something tells her this guy won't understand anything else.

For the time being, however...

"As a matter of fact, she is. She'd be here herself, but she has...other business at the moment. I'm sure you don't mind dealing with me, though, do you?"

And that smoky, slow smile comes out again, her blue eyes nearly lighting up with it. She knew it was a favorite of Jissin's, particularly in a more private venue. Hopefully, she doesn't mind her using it to other ends as well as her own, private enjoyment.

She gestures to the house with a hand. "Care to show me around the place?"