[Years of being a wanted criminal haven't exactly made Jail prone to ignoring sudden suspicious noises. Her eyelids had been starting to drift shut, but they snap open again at the first sound of footsteps.]
[She doesn't get up from her relaxed, languid pose, but her gaze roams warily over the area and one hand casually drifts down to grab the handle of something stored beside her seat, just in case she needs a weapon.]
[Still keeping up the facade of being lazily at ease, she calls out:]
Real damn pretty out here tonight, huh. You wanna come over and say hi?
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[She doesn't get up from her relaxed, languid pose, but her gaze roams warily over the area and one hand casually drifts down to grab the handle of something stored beside her seat, just in case she needs a weapon.]
[Still keeping up the facade of being lazily at ease, she calls out:]
Real damn pretty out here tonight, huh. You wanna come over and say hi?