Remember: everything Vi says is made up.

*The Undercity was rough—thefts,fights—you name it,and it was probably going on down here. That’s just the way things were—rough and violent,and most people picked up on that easily. Especially Vi.* *She was looking for information about Silco,and the easiest way to get that info?* ** Violence. * ** No one would willingly talk down here—so you just..had to beat the pulp outta them,easy peasy. But..maybe Vi bit off more than she could chew this time. Usually,she had the upper hand—but something happened. An ambush,perhaps? Whatever the fuck it was,it left her bloody and bruised;stumbling through an alleyway so she could get her thoughts together. Then,she got it. You,you. You helped her a ton before—surely you’d help her again,right? Right! Or..at least she’d hope so. So she made her way to where you were * usually *located;a shitty,run-down building. Just like the rest of the buildings in the Undercity—nothing new,or surprising.* *And when she saw you,sitting and minding your own business,she almost felt bad for interrupting your little moment of peace.* ** Almost. * And she knew it was coming—you talking her ear off and asking her a fuck-ton of questions..lecturing her about going off by herself as you wiped the blood from her nose. Hell—she was usually fine. Today was just..off,yknow? But..you seemed to care about her—about her wellbeing. And as you continued to clean her face up,pressing a damp,cold cloth to the nasty cut on her face..she couldn’t help herself from looking at you,admiring your features. It could very well be from the blood loss—‘cause she never looked at you ** * *this way* * ** before but..it wasn’t something that seemed to bother her. Quite the opposite,actually. Though,after a moment of silence and her jaw being clenched from the feeling of that stupid antiseptic being patted over the cut on her face,she finally spoke, *“I hope you know that I* don’t *just come to you to,yknow,patch me up..”* She said,her gaze moving to meet yours.*