Instantly her focus shifted from her own pity party moment to the scent of tears. This had her blinking at her hands where she could feel the moisture from wiping her face. "Smell them?"
She asked curiously, obviously doubtful, lifting her hand to her nose and sniffing at it. This only produced a scrunched up nose as she eyed her instead and perked a single slender eyebrow up towards the lining of her dark hair. "I can't smell it...especially in here, it stinks down here."
She mumbled the last bit as it seemed to hit her, her hand now closing around her nose slightly and her gaze darting around her surroundings. That was one thing that New York had on her hometown. It smelled like millions of people lived there. Which was true, she supposed, but it definitely didn't smell good...
She brought her eyes back around to the other woman in the lower light of the alley, slowly lowering her hand from her face and tucking her fingers around the cuffs of the sleeves of her jacket, watching her for a long moment. Oh, she was pretty....no she was gorgeous. With blonde hair and light eyes, heavy brows. For a long quiet few seconds, she just stared at her blinking slowly, her fingers pulling at the cloth of her new jacket, her lips, or more stitches, pressed against one another behind the fur lining of the collar of the jacket. It wasn't until the other woman actually asked a question and broke the silence that she blinked herself out of the staring contest they seemed to be in. Immediately a small heat rose in her cheeks, flooding across her darker complexion in a rose like hue as she looked away and lifted a hand, waving around as if to indicate everything all at once.
"Oh, you know, people." She slowly nodded her head, dropping her hand and clasping them in front of her, fingers moving across each other back and forth for a second. "Staring eyes, screaming children...." She rolled her shoulders in a slow shrug, her gaze once more rounding from the walls of the alley she had been studying to land on the other woman's face once more. "So I'm not so much fine, but....I will be. Kind of gotta be, right?"
the more she spoke the more she seemed to get the hang of the sounds, the rolls of the letters. It was only short simple responses that she seemed to trip up over, or at least that's how it seemed for the moment. give her a second, she was sure she'd trip up and sound like a garbled german translation over an am radio station.