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Oh man.

While tonight hadn't been bad, it hadn't been the best either.

Knot was neck deep in getting taught the trade by one Dallas, and had been with the man for a few big jobs already. Tonight? Some goods needed to be retrieved from the shadier part of town, and Dallas had said she'd be more than capable of handling it herself. If she was worth anything, was the unspoken implication she had picked up from that conversation. Well she did it---but she was quickly realizing that she needed to adapt to being just as capable as Stillwaterite as she was in her skivvies.

It was definitely harder when she didn't have super speed or super strength.

The woman jogged out of an alleyway and into the street, carrying a duffel bag and glanced behind her to make sure there was no one following her. There'd been some guys---a little too many---so she had powered up, but then that had been a problem because she sensed a knight level aura that was heading her way. Her energy was also low from extended use that evening, and she wanted to reserve some for just in case.

She paused on the sidewalk, one of her cheeks stinging. She reached up wipe it with the back of her hand, and looked down at it as it came back smeared with blood. Oh. She hadn't even felt it when it happened. Yeah. She definitely needed to work on her skivvie defense skills...

Knot glanced up towards the buildings rooftops, idly wondering if she'd spot whoever the Order signature belonged to.

Seemed to be okay---

The sound of someone hitting the ground had Knot's head whipping around, and her eyes couldn't help but widen briefly. Though, she supposed she was lucky that the look of surprise could pass for the shock of someone landing right in front of her and not the shock of recognition.

It was Beringia, and the tantrum throwing squire had upgraded.

Well, well, well then.

Looks like she'd have to take him a tad more seriously if she crossed paths with him as Stillwaterite again.

She glanced down at his gloved hand, expression relaxing as a brow quirked. "Oh, I'm fine." She assured. "I don't think you are though. The Destiny City Ballet Company is on the other side of town, Tsesarevich." Wow, count her blessings though. He didn't know who she was.

She just needed to play it cool. Like Morgan. Morgan was so good at playing it cool.

"Didn't know the Russian Ballet was in town."

He had a sense of humor!?

Her lips twitched at the fact he was teasing her, and a very soft laugh escaped. "No need to join when---" Knot's gaze cut to where the Knight's suddenly moved to, and her brows knitted briefly. s**t. There had been more hiding somewhere? She hadn't thought there were anymore when she'd scouted earlier as Stillwaterite.

She had a lot to learn still, and lessons like these were good teachers.

"No." She replied, and took off at a run past him. "But they're going to be your's if you stick around." She called back at him. She wasn't worried for him. He'd either flee or he could mow them down. She needed to get out of dodge though.

Well, she hadn't expected that.

Knot gasped as she was suddenly lifted in a pair of well defined and strong arms, only to be be held against an equally well defined and strong chest under the uniform and ritz. Instinctively she cradled the duffel bag against her, but her other arm couldn't help but wrap around the knight's neck to hold on. She also kind of hated that being literally swept off her feet again had the butterflies in her stomach going. On top of that he was smirking and ugh. Why did he have to be built like her type. Not an ideal situation.

"No." She drawled, composed despite the circumstances. "It's my overnight bag for grandma's house." Knot replied. "Awfully presumptuous of you to assume otherwise, Tsesarevich." She didn't struggle, and glanced down at the city blurring underneath them before looking back at him.

"No." Knot answered again. "It's a shallow cut. It'll be fine." There was a pause. "So, you make it a habit of sweeping in to rescue strangers?" A brow quirked. "If you're not really apart of the ballet, you should consider joining. Bet they'd kill to have someone who could leap like you do."

Maybe she should have acted surprised by this show of speed, strength and agility but...well, she wasn't, and couldn't pretend to be.

Dealing with him like this was like night and day.

Knot just laughed, and when he set her down she adjusted the bag under her arm, and smirked back at him. "Oh? You think I'm pretty, hm?" Though Beringia, damn him, just kept surprising her. The gentleness in which he cupped her cheek made the butterflies flutter once more, and she blamed it on those pesky fragments of memories and feelings she had attached to the Knight. Knot stared at the handkerchief for a moment before she took it with her free hand. "...Much appreciated." She wadded it up, and pressed it against the cut as she looked at him.

"No. I don't want to join, but I'd actually go to a show if you were in it." She rolled her eyes up to the night sky. "Oh, you would make a very dashing prince." Black eyes rolled back towards him. "Especially if you did your good deed and let me on my way." She smiled at him. "You know, right now is a moment in which a pretty woman would flee from a man with a giant duffel filled with mysterious somethings...if he wasn't threatening her, of course." She grinned lightly.

"Going to the police station would be a reward. I love men in uniform." She trailed off for a moment, contemplating her options. She knew she was stuck until he decided to let her off the hook...so..."A pick up and delivery." She answered. "It's how I make money. I'm a courier of sorts." Of the illegal kind. "Someone's waiting on this duffel, so it's not going anywhere with you, because then I'd get in big trouble~"

Knot quirked a brow.

"And do you have a name, my oh so charming Russian Prince, or should I just address you as your highness during our time together tonight?"

She let him tilt her face this way and that, watching him bemusedly in the time being. Too bad she couldn't assure him with her advanced healing. The same he shared. That little scratch would be gone in no time and not leave a trace. It wasn't the first, and it wouldn't be the last. "Yeah, I think so." She winked at him, and followed it up by cocking her head curiously at his suggestion.

"Wait..." She started. "...Are you offering to take me to my drop off location for this bag?" Knot paused. "And not the police station?" Nice though he had been so far, she didn't put it past him to try to trip her up with wording. "Beringia." Knot echoed, though she had already known, and smiled. "A pleasure, so far." Her free hand raised so that she could do some air quotes. "You wouldn't happen to be one of those 'magical terrorists' would you? Serving a Princess none the less, hm? Are you sure this isn't some kind of zany Renaissance Fair cult instead?" She teased, and after a moment followed it up with:

"And I'm Knot."

"How is it not weird?" Knot asked, a bit of laughter coloring her tone. "We're practically strangers and I have a feeling you're really about following the rules. You can't blame me for being suspicious that you'd want to help me out and it doesn't end with you putting me in a jail cell." She smiled. "No." She hadn't killed anyone...yet, tonight. "No, the sass is teasing. Not at all pleasurable."

After a moment though, she was resigned to how things were going to play out. For some reason, she believed him when he said he wouldn't turn her in. Knot hummed at his denial of not knowing the terrorists, because she didn't believe that, period. The woman closed the distance between them, sliding the bag under one arm and curling her other arm around his neck. She let her body press against his, since she was there, and was going to make the most of it, and couldn't help but feel like being pressed against him was familiar. It was very odd. "Hey, this part is pleasurable." She teased lowly (but it was true), her lips close to his ear. "Also, I find it pleasurable that you're about to be an accessory to my illegal deeds."

Knot paused, and then laughed softly. "That's my name. It's Knot. With a K."

"So chivalrous." She couldn't help but purr. "It's a good thing I'm not ugly, or I'd be out of luck tonight." The woman teased. Being lifted and carried like she didn't weigh a thing was a rather crazy rush though. Granted, being partnered up with someone who was powered while she wasn't was also something of a rush. Did Sergei feel anything like this when she was Still?

Knot looked back at him when he looked at her, and she held his gaze. She kind of wished she knew what was going through his head, but she had her own thoughts to attend to. It was fascinating to see another side of the knight after her few run ins with him as Still. This advantage of being a stranger to him when she was in her skivvies was outrageously interesting. After all, even if their last meeting hadn't ended well, she was still interested and curious about him. Still had fragments of memories and feelings attached to him. Like Sergei, he also had known the person she had been...

Her arm tightened around him as he spoke to her, and the adrenaline rush kicked in as he was off again. In control, as well. Knot rested her head against his shoulder, enjoying the ride, and occasionally murmured directions to him to help guide him towards the drop off location.