Alvin snickered softly. “I see. Don’t try that line on the gray-haired guy with the scar who’s the night manager. He won’t buy it, trust me.” Spoken with the weight of experience. “So maybe we better go check there now, before he comes in for his shift.” He still didn’t see a blue-haired man anywhere — and someone like that should have stuck out like a sore thumb.
“This sort of con normal for you two?” He was curious where they landed on the balance between mercenaries and con artists.
"Oh- Well that's good to know then. I don't tend to keep up with the information, that's not really my job... Normally I don't get to know about the 'con's until it's a little too late, this is the first time I was told before we had to leave or it started to fall apart." She thinks a little more about the kinds of stunts they've pulled.
"I don't think so. Stuff like that is sorta last resort, I think. It's not normally just the two of us either, theres two more we travel with too. Sometimes one of them pretends to be my mom, and then we've got a dysfunctional family where nobody can explain why I look so different from my 'parents'." She smiled a bit to herself, "Sorry, I kinda drag on and on and stuff a lot."