Grocery Chopping [Catherine, Edelo]

Alright, that had to be everything.

It was quite the sight, a young lady walking down the pale streets with an unfathomable amount of cloth bags carrying groceries, majority being hung on nothing but a hooked metal pole slung over her shoulders and a few looped around her dominant arm. Groceries for the next several months, especially consisting of frozen seafood and bottles of alcohol. It was probably the best city to get stuff in for her - clean, organized, light on crime, lots of imports, and most importantly in a convenient place for her to pit stop between landmasses. Sailing for days was possible, but taking a day or two off at a port where she didn't have to worry about something popping out of the water to give trouble was nice.

Tug.

She didn't really care about the looks she was given, minding her own business as she meticulously thought about everywhere she visited, she couldn't have missed anything. Lists were too annoying to keep track of, she always ended up getting more food or something else.

Tug, tug.

"Stop fucking sliding," She'd grumble.

Damn, she needed a better pole. It was getting aggravating expending energy pulling the bags back into a more comfortable position. The weight was no big deal to her, but awkwardness was a problem all the same.

She was almost to the port, the thought of reassurance crossed her sweating brow. Could she have simply made a wagon or something to put everything in? Yeah, but that'd be too easy. She wasn't gonna let herself stop working for her food, so this in itself was an exercise of her physical might, as well as Bringer Light filling the gaps of awkwardness, but she really should rethink the pole idea. Maybe a few more hooks, maybe make it a little rougher? No, no, it might grind at the fabric and make the bags fall... And hooks would probably make it more awkward. Hmm...

That small lapse in focus almost made her fall off balance, an irritated red face looking to someone she instinctively labelled a total goober of a guy. She reigned in her expression to only speaking through her teeth as opposed to the snap she really wanted to give this dough head.

"I'm good," She'd flatten her tone out nice and smooth, perfectly inoffensive to the common passerby. Hoping that'd be enough to shake off the guy, she'd try to continue on, though rebuilding momentum with this much stuff was a little tough. All but inevitable, she looked like she was having a hard time, grunting and struggling to keep herself upright a mere few paces away from the man.

Just breathe Cath, breathe and focus... She stopped for a moment to collect herself.

An angry huff came in reaction to that unintentionally insulting sentence, "It's steel, pinky. My bones'll snap before this thing does!"

Annoying, must've been one of those Vandenreich types - all too eager to help people regardless of if they wanna be. Maybe most would take the extended hand, but she didn't need it -

"Quit touching my shit-" A flourish of green light encircled her fist before it was cut off with the noticing of that same light dancing across his knuckles, a dead giveaway for another Fullbringer. Her free hand tightened into a fist, rolling her eyes, "None of it was going into the street lollipop. But fine, if you're so insistent."

There wasn't much use fighting the chivalrous might of a gentleman, their ability to butt in surpassed any rude talking she could've given, "I do this run all the time, y'know."

Eyes narrowed into slits with his comment, likely would've crossed her arms too if they weren't preoccupied getting the load on her tiring arm onto the pole, "They're just groceries, bucko. No need to gas me up."

It did feel a little better to have the weight evenly spread on her shoulders, not that she'd ever admit that out loud. Sometimes you had to suffer for efficiency, something this guy didn't seem to understand, "It's getting everything in one go. It'd be more annoying to have to walk back and forth. Now THAT sounds exhausting," a little sneer marked her features.

"Kay, Edelo," She put a strange amount of emphasis on his name, "Walk in front of me. We're going to the port. Run off with any of my stuff and i'll fucking kill you."

Distinct greenish eyes pierced daggers into his soul with suspicion, all manner of accusative possibilities being considered as to his motives. She's met plenty of soft looking guys who turned out to be total douchebags or looking for favors for the smallest things, as if she owed them anything for their "help".

"I'm not paying you for this," After a while of them walking she would finally speak up again, "So don't expect money, or favors, or anything else back."