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[rogueinladysclothing]

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[Amelia's device is ready for messages. Send away as you will.

Upon reaching her inbox, there's a long pause. And then, when the caller might think this is some prank or the inbox is improperly set up, a soft voice speaks:]

"Leave your message. We'll speak later."

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[rogueinladysclothing]

There's no getting out of the way of the hit when it comes. Not that she would have tried unless this was a real fight or a spar. Rosita's been calm but tense throughout their entire conversation. Carver is one of hers in a way the rogue understands in ways the defy words and explanation, and she came here to make that - and her displeasure about the entire conversation she saw on the finder - known.

It hurts, but Amelia's had far worse. People twice her size have tried to break her in half, for example. A punch across the face hurts, and will leave a bruise for a few days, but makeup can cover the later and the soreness will pass. What doesn't pass is the few gathering bystanders who gasp and start to shout about what's just happened. Dominants fighting in the streets? Striking one another without provocation? Someone call the SIN guards to break it up!

Calmly, Amelia raises a hand and pushes it down slowly through the air. She looks to those around them who are gawking and smiles warmly. Her voice is calm but authoritative when she speaks, as someone used to getting exactly as she wants always sounds in escalating situations. "An aired grievance, and the last one we'll exchange. Be on your way."

Most of the crowd drops it immediately, and the few who don't leave right away head off once they're stared down for long enough. When the last have retreated, Amelia rubs at her jaw then smirks at the other woman.

"A clean hit." One that sends a clear message and doesn't require a response. "Anything else to add before we go our separate ways?"

[handleyourshit]

It's not that Rosita isn't aware of the attention from the people around her; she is. Her fingers stay closed in loose fists at her side, ready to deal with anyone who might think about stepping in the middle of this, but her attention stays on Amelia. She is, for all her anger and all her buried hurt, calm and steady where she is, and she lets the other woman handle it without so much as a glance or a word for anyone else.

She waits. And when she sees the smirk, she knows that her hunch was right - and, for the first time since realignment, she thinks there may even be a way out of this for everyone. Just maybe.

That's for later though. There's still the matter of the promise, the line Rosita drew in the sand and each of them staying on their side of it. Given that, though, Rosita, anyway, is prepared to move forward.

"No," she answers. And, "We're square," she summarizes, earnest. She'd like to do more, but that's for back home; for here, she can make it be enough to let go of her desire to make someone else hurt as much as someone she loves did, and start over.

[rogueinladysclothing]

It's as simple as that in Amelia's world. Words and blows have been exchanged between leaders. There's no need for anything to escalate further unless more actions are taken on either side. For now, there can be peace. This can also be the end of it entirely, if that's what Rosita wants. Amelia won't be bothered either way.

"All is settled," she agrees, nodding. She holds Rosita's eyes a moment longer, then begins to withdraw, turning back the way they came. "You know how to find me should that change, as I do you." She smirks ever so slightly as she gives the other woman once last look, then turns away.

"We'll see each other again sometime," she calls back over her shoulder. "I hope for us both it's under better circumstances."

And with that, the rogue disappears into the crowd to be on her own way and to leave Rosita to hers.