Angela's is a face Hasi knows by now--and she recognizes that body language of Biscuit's. She tilts her head to the side, turning to follow the other woman with her eyes as she moves down the street. She lifts a hand to wave, and calls "hey, stranger" from across the walk, smiling like they're in the middle of church and not an area that looks rife with organized crime.
(Arguably criminals are her kind of people, anyway.)
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(Arguably criminals are her kind of people, anyway.)