Rosita would approve, if she knew; she scouts out any location she's been asked to meet in herself, and making it the apartment assigned to her just takes the middle person out, really. She sweeps regularly for anything she can recognize as surveillance - especially the past few weeks - and today made three passes as she worked on cleaning up and cooking.
Not that it probably looks like she had much to clean up, as she hasn't put any personal touches at all on the apartment. If anything she subtracted a few things, unwilling to have too many decorations or knick knacks around that could be used to hide things she might miss. Currently the apartment is filled with the savory smells of peppers, onions, beef, garlic, paprika, cumin, and chili, seeping out into the hallway long before Rosita has opened the door.
She's free of the sling in the apartment, but her arm is still in a light splint - someething she can pull an unbuttoned sleeve over now, and has. Other than that and being sans hat, she's also dressed like she had been in the woods, in long pants with plenty of pockets and layered shirts, her hair knotted messily up off her neck. Her knife is on her even in her own apartment, and she's pulled on her boots to bring someone she doesn't know well in for the evening.
"Hey," she greets him a moment later, stepping back to let him in past her. "Come on in. Thanks for coming." If she sounds a bit stiff with pleasantries, that's because she hasn't bothered with them for almost half her life now.
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Date: 2022-10-23 08:31 am (UTC)Not that it probably looks like she had much to clean up, as she hasn't put any personal touches at all on the apartment. If anything she subtracted a few things, unwilling to have too many decorations or knick knacks around that could be used to hide things she might miss. Currently the apartment is filled with the savory smells of peppers, onions, beef, garlic, paprika, cumin, and chili, seeping out into the hallway long before Rosita has opened the door.
She's free of the sling in the apartment, but her arm is still in a light splint - someething she can pull an unbuttoned sleeve over now, and has. Other than that and being sans hat, she's also dressed like she had been in the woods, in long pants with plenty of pockets and layered shirts, her hair knotted messily up off her neck. Her knife is on her even in her own apartment, and she's pulled on her boots to bring someone she doesn't know well in for the evening.
"Hey," she greets him a moment later, stepping back to let him in past her. "Come on in. Thanks for coming." If she sounds a bit stiff with pleasantries, that's because she hasn't bothered with them for almost half her life now.