Waver’s luck tended to run in a particular direction, and that direction very firmly was southward. So it was rather easy for him to expect a random mugging in the middle of the part of a city known for it. Especially when he’d been going out of his way to avoid people, because that was how the universe just worked sometimes. So it was more surprising to hear otherwise, really.

At her words, he turned properly to get a look at the woman who’d apparently been simply passing by.

Her rather confident response didn’t exactly fill the magus with a feeling of security. It was nice to know she didn’t intend to rob him, of course… But the fact that she was confident he wouldn’t see her coming if she had intended to was a little unsettling. “Your comment suggests that you either have experience with creeping up on someone to rob them or something else. How lucky of me to have run into you on some kind of day off or break.” He responded, tone a little dry as he intended to sound a little less awkward about the interaction than he felt at the moment.

And a curious passerby was curious in itself in a place like this… “Odd place to be a passerby, though. To my knowledge, this isn’t exactly a popular part of the city.” He added, gesturing at their rather dismal looking surroundings.

Pot meet kettle, Waver. It’s just as weird that you’re here.