"I ain't a swell, Detective Crabb. The rules of my game aren't rigged - I've been being direct, why shouldn't you be direct back?" Erin sighs wistfully and picks her head up, looking upwards at the flying ships in Gallery's skies.

"...For most of my working life I've been a mercenary and a thief for hire, among other things. Professional theft is a very different business from the common kind most people think about. You steal on commission; clients are annoying and rich, generally pompous, and often add absurd conditions to jobs. And that's if they don't try to do you dirty, either literally or metaphorically. But I'm out of that line of work now, starting over where nobody knows to hire me for that work." Erin hums, thoughtfully. "...I think I might take up witchcraft. There's gotta be a market for it, right? Even in the famous city of science?"