[B]Gratia Mindaro - Vale Streets/Front of Armour Store[/b]

Gratia marched through the streets, skillfully weaving through crowds as she decided upon her next course of action. The shopping complex she had visited only minutes prior had been boring-as-fuck, with a limited inventory of goods that she could have easily found at stores scattered elsewhere in the city-state. It hadn't even been a central enough location to serve as a satisfactory meeting place, thereby rendering that entire plan to be fucking fruitless. A quiet growl escaped her lips, expression contorting slightly into one of annoyance. A few people nearby immediately distanced themselves, noticing the irritation rolling of her in waves.

That had been a shitty waste of time.

She schooled herself, expression reverting to one of impassivity and posture straightening to exude a more professional aura. As expected, the consumerist facilities of the city were fucking cunt-baskets, but what of everything else? She threw her lollipop stick in a nearby trash can. The huntress endeavoured to examine as many other stores (if not useless, overpriced shitsinks) as possible; she was not allowing a failed venture to a mall to be all that was her day.

The streets here were a lot less busy. Gratia could actually walk without being surrounded by the sweaty, unwashed fucktards of Vale.

"[Color=66cd00]Venetia,[/color]" she greeted in her succinct, offhanded tone, not even bothering to spare a glance for the familiar girl sitting on the bench she was walking past.