RP:From Duckling To Swan

Summary: Minx leaves word at The Rogue’s Den for anyone that is interested in joining the Swan Division, to meet with her at dusk. Rook and Suoxin decide to check out what the division is all about, and it seems that Minx is hopeful about turning the shy girl into a sassy girl. A homework assignment in showing a little skin and walking around in public is given, along with the promise of a future lesson.

This is a Rogue's Guild RP.

(Post 1 of 2) The thickness of the forest makes it nearly impossible to see where one is going at this hour, or to follow the footprints of the small feline that leads the couple to their destination. Cinder, a housecat sized tiger, pads through the familiar terrain and periodically peers over her shoulder to study the man and the woman with her curious gaze. At a few points, she huffs in annoyance, as though insinuating that they are moving too slow. Cinder has been leading them from Gualon and now that they are in Sage Forest, she seems to be moving much faster, encouraging them to jog the rest of the way. Minx isn’t patient and she had said class would begin at dusk, and so the feline is relieved when the three of them enter the clearing and take in the sight of the massive animal sanctuary. It seems that Happy Tails is closed at this hour, as the area is quiet and void of any employees or potential adopters. Normally, a few guards would be patrolling the area, but none are in sight at this moment. Cinder walks over to a side door and swipes her claws three times at the base, alerting their arrival, and a few moments later the lock is released and the knob turns.

(Post 2 of 2) Lanara opens the door and trails her gaze from the form of the cat, to the prospects that are interested in joining the particular division that she has taken the liberty of leading. She’s clad in a crimson halter top that ends just above her pierced navel, a tight pair of black pants, and black peep-toe stilettos. Her long chestnut locks fall in loose curls that reach her elbows, and she wears a modest amount of makeup on her fair face. Lana manages to lead a double life with ease, it seems, as a mere hour ago she had been in a pair of scrubs and was stitching up a shepherd that had sustained some injuries. The witch motions for everyone to enter and quickly locks them all inside, as she values her privacy. “Don’t worry, this room is off limits to the staff, and I’m the only one with a key. I had this extension put on a few weeks back, mainly for this type of purpose.” The interior of the spacious room is scarcely furnished, save for a leather sofa, a round table with four chairs, an ice enchanted box with various alcoholic beverages, a few racks of clothing, a chalkboard with a stick figure drawn upon it, and a row of lockers lined up against the far wall. There is also a stage-like structure that protrudes from the left wall, similar to a small catwalk. The witch tilts her head to the side and lifts a brow at Leoxander, wondering if he’s here to learn a few tricks or if he finds it humorous that she’s putting her good looks, intelligence, and charm to use. The young woman at his side, however, has untouched potential and seems to be a bit out of her element. Lana smiles at her, “I read your cards at the ale tasting event last year, didn’t I?” Of course, she recently ran into Leo and Lora at the Snowflake Soiree, but she doesn’t bring that up. Tiber -did- spank the poor woman, and she doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable, or to rile up the pirate.

Leoxander hadn’t had time to show Loravelle much of the more or less completed Den. Between stops along the way in Cenril and Gualon succeeding several long hours of work in Rynvale, priority had been to secure some beds for rest in order to renew energy for another busy day. Early to rise, he did catch the familiar scent of a fellow lycan lingering in the basement, pursuing it to the large bulletin board still bare save a few patches of parchment here and there, his mind traveling upstairs to thoughts of the bard as he read it. Whether it had been a passing, teasing comment or the gears of his mind shifting through the possibilities, he could easily assume that was a meeting she might want to attend. As the sun started climbing, he was explaining the situation to Lora over a tin mug of coffee, encouraging her to get dressed as she felt most comfortable, and not long after the pair would emerge from the orphanage from a side door to wind their way alongside streets toward the gates. It wasn’t a short distance to walk, and with a detour to deliver a note to the smith along the way, they were getting through swamp to forest area when he noticed that strange, tiny tiger that he had witnessed before, pointing it out to his companion with a murmur that it must be their ‘not-rabbit’. Leo even went so far as to hold her hand when the feline sped up, the smell of other various animals in the distance becoming stronger and stronger until they approached the building, the door opening on cue. He’d motion Loravelle to take the lead in socializing. The look Lanara offers him is easy to read with the humor in her dark eyes, jaw raised at her but no verbal greeting as he scanned the room, per usual, observing exits, objects, and potential threats.

Loravelle wasn't entirely sure what being a Swan meant, but she's curious. There wasn't much time to change out of her 'Lithrydel’ clothes (she didn't want to visit her folks is the real excuse, here), and figured she might as well get used to jeans and sweaters and tank tops, but she keeps her hair braided and hidden away beneath a green headscarf. It's half modest. That's about as far as she'll take her rebelliousness for now. Leo indicating their 'not-rabbit' guide causes the girl to tilt her head just a little. She liked tigers, oddly enough. They're king of beasts where she hails from, not lions. Following one into Sage was strange, but with her entire life being mostly upended since the year began, she's trying her best to take every unusual encounter in stride. ...Mostly. If that little tiger roars, she might panic. Holding tight to the pirate's hand, she manages to keep pace enough to make it to the building's door in time to meet Lanara. She had a name for the witch's face now, and a greeting to go with it, but her eyes bounce from the witch to the pirate a few times until Leo motions to take the lead. Well...here goes. Thank goodness Lanara breaks the ice. She remembers her tarot reading. “Hello, Miss Lanara. And y-yes, you did...” A pause, while she recalls the cards the witch pulled for her with that odd memory of hers, ticking off each card name on her fingers. “The Magician, The Emperor, The Star. ...Then The Hermit and Ten of Pentacles.” The room they're led into doesn't feel terribly unusual. “It's like a dance studio...” Lora murmurs, head turning with a curious expression, half expecting to find mirrors lining a wall or two. “Is that what Swans do? Dance?”She probably looks and sounds incredibly naive, now.

Lanara manages to mask her disappointment at the fact that only these two had taken an interest in her note, but she’s hopeful that others will come at a later date. Tiber, her dreamy husband, happens to be doing a gig with his band at The Whalers, otherwise he surely would be here! The witch smiles at Loravelle as she remembers her from that day in Gualon, “You have a wonderful memory! And, I suppose, the dance of seduction -is- used often…” She motions for the couple to take a seat, either on the sturdy wooden chairs or the leather sofa. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. If either of you want a drink or snack, feel free to help yourself.” Moving over to the chalkboard, Lana stands before it, a brilliant smile on her face as she intriguingly studies the pirate and the bard. “Thank you both for coming, I really think this course is necessary, mainly to see where you are at with your current skill set and to see how best we can improve it.” She walks backs and forth, commanding their attention with her piercing eye contact and the clicking of her heels against the floor. “This particular division is for those that don’t need to use a weapon or pick a lock, because they rely on their beauty, social skills, intelligence, and their fearlessness with getting close to a target. Will you be the damsel in distress? A suitor to a Queen? A distraction? Perhaps, the bait? Both men and women can be Swans, but only a few can truly rise to the role, as it takes far more skill than batting your lashes and sweet talking.” She pauses and points to the drawing of a stick figure, “Men tend to think with this.” She points to the groin area. “Women tend to think with this…” Her hand is raised and she motions to the chest area. But Swans? We think with this!” The head is poked. “I will teach you how to identify a truly rich target from one that is merely pretending to have coin. You will learn how to shift your personality and look into what the target desires, and you will still feel comfortable in your own skin. You will learn about fashion, makeup, exercising, social skills, proper etiquette, and of course, the art of dangling yourself dangerously in and out of reach of your target. You will learn how to extract information at a party, how to properly eavesdrop, and how to command one's undivided attention.”

Leoxander seemed prepared to make himself comfortable even before the invitation was offered. He shrugged out of his jacket a shoulder at a time and tossed it across the back of the couch or chair or somewhere convenient, already headed toward the spotted cold box. Crouching to open it, he prayed to nothing in particular he’d at least find a beer nestled in there. If not, there was a back-up flask in his jacket pocket, but for now he just sat back on the couch with an arm on the rest and the other on the back, a harness of throwing blades still holstered over the fitted black tee shirt on his torso. Clearly he wasn’t there for Swan School, but would oversee the lesson in his usual quiet, affording something of an eye roll as Lanara used the chalk figure diagram. From there, he gave Loravelle a sidelong look to see how well she was digesting the ideas of makeup, socializing, ‘dangling herself dangerously’. This should be amusing for the rogue, if nothing else.

Loravelle has trouble hiding her bewildered expression, and mouths the word 'seduction?' with a raise of her brows at Leo, and her face starts to turn pink immediately as she settles down on the couch.. That's one of those words that'll make her nervous the instant she hears it, whether it's directed at her or not. This had to do with that box, didn't it? This is all a prank. She has nothing to swat the pirate with, but she's thinking about it while he goes to get a drink. Beauty, social skills, intelligence, and fearlessness? Lora possibly has one of those in the bag. Other three, not so much. Lanara is given almost her full attention after that, but the witch might notice her staring daggers at Leo from time to time with a “you didn't tell me that this was what I was getting into” sort of look. “So...hiding in plain sight, in a way?” This she understood to a minor degree. Being 'the help' for most of her life, she overheard a lot by just standing around with a broom in hand, but what Lanara was describing seemed significantly larger in scope. This interested her. “Bait sounds...easy?” Up her alley, is what she thinks she means. Perhaps a damsel in distress or a cowardly distraction. This feels like it might be lessons in how to be less shy with a plethora of helpful extras. “I'm...not good with people.” An obvious admission. Look at how timid she is. “How d'you think I'd fit in here, Miss Lanara?”

Lanara continues after that pregnant pause, as she clearly has lots to say on the matter, “Swans should attend all social events, and if an invite is required, they work their tails off to obtain one. We know everyone and we know everything -about- everyone that there is to know. If you don’t want to use your true face, you will learn how to brew and use a glamour potion.” She eyes Leoxander, assuming that he desires deep down to be a Swan, even if he never admits it, “For example… If the target is attracted to bad boys, you will wear a leather jacket, sport a few tattoos, get into a few fights, hang out with some shady characters, and use a lot of vulgarity when speaking.” She eyes Loravelle, “If the target is attracted to subservient women, you will dress as though you work in a library or have just confessed in church, you will only speak if spoken to, and you will act unbearably shy in the public eye.” Lana takes her gaze from the pair and motions back to her stick figure drawing, “I have already stereotyped the pair of you, and I hope you don’t take offense, but I’m merely giving you a taste of how a Swan can identify a target with merely a glance… Once you have truly mastered my classes, you will learn how to use your lust, your heart, and your head, and you will never have to worry about a mission heading south. Swan’s have confidence in their abilities, and even if you don’t have confidence sometimes, you learn how to pretend you do.” Lana takes a sip of water as Lora speaks to her, and she nods, “I see potential in you, Lora. To be frank, you are untapped innocence.” A glance is given to Leo, as she cannot fathom how the sweet girl isn’t all that corrupted by this point. “You can be used for various things… A shy worker on their first day at a new job. A priestess that is trying to get close to a target in the clergy. An obedient babysitter. Perhaps… A student, who happens to draw the allure of their professor.” In a sense, Loravelle will continue to be as she is, just with some finesse and the feeling of being in control. “Bait. Yes. Initially. Allow the fisherman or fisherwoman to think they have hooked you, but truly, you are the one that controls the hook, line, and sinker.” The witch smiles, “I enjoy switching up my roles, to the point where no one can get a true tell on the real Lanara, erm, Minx. So, if you want to do that, we can definitely work on teaching you how to be whoever you want, or the one that your target is most likely to trust.”

Leoxander answered those looks from Lora with a shrug of his shoulder, arm resting across the back of the couch while the other found something in hand to drink, one way or another, enjoying the entertainment. Whether she was ‘Swan’ material or not, the lesson couldn’t hurt. Lanara’s focus returning his way with that spot on description made him squint an eye and slightly curl one side of his nose with a classic but subtle ‘shaking head’ motion, though he still lifted whatever he’d found to drink in a sarcastic salute to his cliche kind before he took a drink from it. His expression was masked well, but he might have almost coughed mid drink when Lanara went on about Lora’s untapped innocence and gave him yet another readable look. Fortunately for Loravelle, the newly titled sovereign of seduction hadn’t been present the day Leo found out what was in the box. “Untapped innocence my arse…” Even if he didn’t say it, there was a flicker of suggestion in his expression for a brief moment. Safe to say if the door wasn’t sound proof, his sensitive ears might be catching the yips and yowls and screeching from the various animals in the distance, blue eyes traveling toward it for a brief glance before he returned his attention to the lesson. “Might have to teach her how to let her hair down, first.” He commented matter of fact, “That shoulder’s probably the only skin that’s seen sun since the last warm weather to hit.” A motion to the curve of her arm peeking from the oversized collar with his flask or bottle. Yes, she had braved and suffered her sundress for a couple days, but his jacket typically went over that.

Loravelle takes no offense to being called out for exactly how she is, who she is, really, but that blush on her face stays put due to embarrassment. Is she really so easy to read? Her hand lifts to mask a quiet laugh at Lanara's apt description of Leo. She'll keep her eyes on the witch now though, because the risk of actually giggling is far too high if she looks the pirate's way. The notion of possessing untapped innocence is new, but she'll take the...compliment? Observation? She isn't so sure, but to her it looks like square one and whatever level of beauty and confidence Lanara obviously possessed is square one hundred and to Lora, seemingly unattainable. The suggestions of who she could disguise herself as are fitting enough that whatever discomfort Lora had initially is swept away just a bit. “Then I'll try being bait, Minx? Minx.” That's her other name, right? Like Lita is Ace...She's catching on, slowly. “Bait first, then...being whoever I want to be,” which Lora can't really think of anybody else she wants to be, apart from a little less cowardly and a little less shy, really. When Leo speaks up, Lora's fingers reach up to the scarf covering the majority of her head and all of her hair. “It's for modesty,” she murmurs, feigning offense. He's just teasing, right? Well, at the Soiree everyone saw her hair down but in a braid, including Lanara here, so she takes the scarf off and lets that lengthy black braid fall loose, over her bare shoulder. Back to Lanara's lesson. “So how do I start being bait?” Swan bait? Is that what it's called? Probably being a little more articulate might help...

Lanara refrains from rolling her eyes as Leo salutes the bad boys of Lithrydel, but she does take his advice, “Of course. Lora will need to learn how to be fun and fearless, and that begins with changing up her style. I have a rack of garments over there in various sizes and styles, and there is a shoe rack in one of the lockers, with different sizes and heights.” She pauses and smirks, “There’s also a rack with mens clothing and a locker of mens shoes.” Lana is prepared for all scenarios, it seems, and most of the attire has a designer label. She motions for Leo to take his beer and go find something suitable for Lora to wear, “Pick something’s that will show off her best assets.” She explains to the bard, since she’s rather innocent, “Every woman is blessed with a body part and a facial feature that helps them to stand out from other women…. Mine are my legs and arse, and I suppose my eyes, for my face.” There is a rumor around the realm that Lanara has the most legendary derriere! She takes a few steps closer to Lora, “I’m going to say that you have sculpted, slender shoulders and beautiful hair…” Her hand reaches out and her fingertips will graze the tip of the braid, unless the girl pulls away. “You are very attractive and with that guileless gaze? You will easily tackle my classes!” She smiles and her expression is sincere, because she knows that she can nudge Lora to her full potential. “You can call me Lana when it’s just us, but during a mission, we tend to refer to our code names. It’s safer that way, for all of us.” She’s so new to all of this, and the witch wonders if Leo is certain about leading her into this sort of environment. The timid sometimes turn tail or are the first to crumble under pressure and sell out the other members. Lana walks back to her place before the chalkboard and she considers this new thought, before leveling her gaze on the bard, “There is more to a Swan than being ‘bait’ or growing close to a target, we also look out for other Swans, and step in if necessary. We consider each other family and loyalty is -very- important and expected of you. It’s a two way street built on trust, do you understand? As long as you are willing to put in the work, I don’t see any reason why you wouldn’t be Swan material! We can begin as soon as you want, perhaps I can give you a little homework until our next class…” Lana looks over at Leo, “You have to wear whatever outfit he picks out, in public and at home, for an entire day. I want you to walk around in high heels and show some skin, get accustomed to being stared at by strangers, and try to hold their gaze and offer a small smile.” Lana demonstrates, by relaxing her shoulders, boring her brown eyes into Lora’s gray ones, and nips her lower lip, before offering a hesitant smile. A moment later, she walks in a steady line, her chin lifted and her hips slightly swaying in a sensual rhytime with each step she takes. The effect is hypnotic to most men, but she’s not trying to woo the girl, just teach her how to perfect the walk. “Your turn.” She points to the catwalk, as she assumes Lora will need some practice.

Leoxander listened to that description of supplies in the nearby locker and couldn’t help but remark a flat question under his breath before another drink. “You sure it’s animals yer keepin’ in those cages?” Maybe her ‘sanctuary’ was a front for a brothel like the orphanage was for the birds. But the smirk on his features fades and he doesn’t quite get to another swallow of beer before Lanara’s including him in the lesson, again. Well, he certainly didn’t want to disappoint the teacher and end up in detention. Or did he…? Setting the nearly empty bottle of pale ale aside on whatever surface was available on the way, he approached the locker that she’d first directed to, opening one to reveal the array of ensemble and different styled shoes typically designed for women. One thing was for sure, Loravelle was way over her head on the first lesson, and another thing: the pirate was so glad he’d decided to tag along. Distracted temporarily by Lanara’s stride and her coax to have the maidservant gone bookkeeper do the same, he tried his best to focus on his assigned task, combing through the gowns, most of which were far more suited to something official or celebratory than day to day. He could have been pure evil but something in the back of his mind reminded him, in training to Swan or not, Leo really didn’t want -too- many eyes on Loravelle. His promise of baby steps would extend to that particular situation as he took a hunter green dress from the locker. Her legs would show from knees to feet under a skirt with enough material to flare should she spin in it, but above the waist line would present her the challenge. The top seemed embroidered with a design like overgrown vines from the neck and back line, both of which swept low since the sleeves only fit down off the shoulder. What could he say? He liked the way her shoulder peeked out of that sweater. Now she had an abundance to show, along with the fact that the bodice material at the back was more sheer and not solid like the front. For a moment, he weighed his options between that and something skin tight and black, but would do the Mouse a favor by replacing that and closing the locker. “I don’ know crap about matchin’ shoes, Minx. You fix ‘er up with that.” The rogue held out the dress to her when she took the time to approach and complete the look with her skilled fashion resources.

Loravelle :: “F-fun? Fearless? Me?” She looks like she might be sick. Poor girl can't even joke well. How in the world is she supposed to be -fun-? Lora shoots another glare at Leo whenever he stalks off to pick her a new outfit. She knew it. This is playing dress-up. She just hopes with her...deformity, he's at least considerate with what he chooses for her to wear. In a not so rare moment of self-consciousness, she straightens out her baggy green sweater, using the movement to try to subtly check if the padding concealed beneath sweater, tank top and bra is uneven or not. “My real name is Suoxin. They gave me Loravelle when I was shipped here,” Lora reveals, since Lana gave her a nickname. “I don't think I have a code name just yet.” She'll defer to Leo for that one. While Lanara explains more about what it takes to be a Swan, she's trying to reframe things into what her limited experience with the outside world left her with. “Like a sisterhood,” with brothers, apparently, is her murmured comment at the notion of looking out for each other. Perhaps unit is a better word. She had more than enough sisters to know how this worked. “I can do that.” Be loyal, eventually step in to be helpful once she's competent at what all this entails for her. The witch's confident walk and look in her eyes is met with a shy look and a not so confident walk up to that catwalk, assuming she doesn't have to slip on whatever Leo picks out for her to wear first. Now, the girl isn't too clumsy to not be able to walk in a straight line, but it's a little different when someone is watching you and critiquing your every move. Relating it to something she knew, since this catwalk is kind of like a stage if she squints hard enough, helps. “It's just performance, right?” Said out loud, half to herself and half to Lana if she wants to answer. “Like...dancing and playing music.” That helps her walk with an air of not quite confidence, but concentration to not look so doom and gloom with her head tilted down. She doesn't trip either, thank the gods, but her hips don't sway. That required music. Perhaps imagining one of her own tunes in her head...and there it is, a slight sway of hips. She doesn't possess the confidence Lanara has, but perhaps with time she'll get there. There's an awkward stumble once Leo returns with a new dress for her to wear. It's far more tame than she thought the rogue might grab for her, but she's still uncertain. Color's perfect, though... “It's pretty.” And she's off the stage, uncertain if she's supposed to put the dress Leo picked out on now or if her 'homework' was meant for later.

Lanara scoffs at Leo’s comments about keeping animals in cages, and she shakes her head, “This isn’t only about looking pretty and attracting a target, you know. Some targets are only looking for a friend, someone familiar that they can trust, that type of thing. It’s much easier to pick the pocket of someone you’re dancing with, isn’t it? Being in their inner circle helps us to know their schedule, where they live, those they are in close contact with, and that is vital to most missions.” Lana’s ‘feathers’ are a bit ruffled by Leo’s comment, but she calms down once he selects a dress, and her full lips splay into a grin, “This is perfect! You have an eye for fashion, Leo, who would've thought?” She teases, “If my husband didn’t want to strangle you half the time, I’d start asking you to come shopping with me!” The dress is taken from the pirate and Lana selects a pair of strappy silver shoes with a one inch heel, not too high or uncomfortable, as she wants Lora to slowly adjust to walking in them. The pair watches as Lora steps upon the small stage and walks the length, and the witch rests a hand under her chin as she silently critiques. At first, the girl is undeniably uncertain and it looks as though she’s walking the plank, but eventually, the nerves wear off and she walks at a more normal pace. Another moment ticks by, and there is the sway that Lana was waiting for, and at the end she cannot help but applaud, “You did well, Kitten! I know it’s stressful the first few times, but with practice, you will get the hang of it. Before long, you will be able to turn heads in a room full of people!” The dress and shoes are handed over to Lora, “You can practice your walk anywhere, and if your confidence is lacking, try walking with a book upon your head. If you falter, the book will slide off, as the key is to keep it straight upon your head.” A parting look is given to each of them, “Leo, if you wish to be a Swan, I’m happy to work with you, too. But, for now, if it’s just Lora, I do appreciate your help in getting her to feel more comfortable with this transition. I’d like to take her out for our next class, find an easy target, and show her the ropes a little more. Maybe at a cafe or the farmers market, something simple, but enough to show me where she stands in the social aspect of things.” She also will show her how to pick a target and the art of body language. “Why don’t we meet up again in a few days, perhaps a week?”

Leoxander | “Mah’ calls her Mouse but that seems a bit obvious, for now.” Oh how he’d been tempted to pick something skimpier. But the lesson Lanara seemed to be trying to instill was confidence, and the rogue knew that she’d not have much of a chance feeling that if he barely clothed her lithe frame. The color, he knew, was her favorite. It was both elegant and not obvious or overembellished to be worn during the day for no reason. A little fancy and frilly, sure, eye catching enough to reel in some appreciative stares, whether Leo liked it or not. Training was training. And he’d have to keep reminding himself of that the entire time. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d ruffled the Swan Queen’s feathers, but although he didn’t go so far as to proclaim it, he was impressed with Lanara’s first lesson and the advice she had to give. Picking up his beer to finish it off and find someplace to toss it or hand to her to take care of once her hands were empty. “I’ll stick to the stranglin’.” Given to her remark of shopping. He’d been through the trenches plenty the last couple months, and that was more or less handing Kree enough gold to figure out what he was going to wear to all the fancy gigs. To Lanara’s next comment his way, he looked over himself with a false expression of indignation as he grabbed his jacket to pull it back on, concealing most of his weapons, again. “You sayin’ I ain’t one already? That hurts, Minx.” Adjusting the jacket on his shoulders, he offered Loravelle a glance with a hint of amusement in his blue eyes. She had books for balancing and he knew of a plank or two she could walk for practice. “Jus’ make sure we make the scavenge priority before we nest on that egg too long. “ Added as an afterthought to the witch as he made his way to the door.

Loravelle wants to volunteer herself to go shopping with Lanara because that sounded like it might be fun. The witch reminds her a lot of one or two of her sisters, so she can't help smiling a little, but that falters just a hair at the sight of those strappy shoes. Hopefully she doesn't slip and fall and break an ankle or something... But she's receiving praise! She did okay! That makes her feel a bit better. “Thank you, Lana.” Once shoes and dress are secured in her arms, Lora hooks the straps of those silver shoes with a finger to hold them and carefully folds the dress over one arm so it's hopefully less likely to wrinkle. She assumes she has to give it back and wants to make sure it's in as good of condition as it was given to her. Again, she defers to Leo on when they'll intend to meet up again. “I'm free whenever...” Whenever he says she's free is wrong, of course, but she isn't used to setting her own schedule, or being free, for that matter. Independence is strange. “I hope to see you soon, Lana. Thank you again.” Are Lora's parting words, before she follows Leo out. She didn't know much about the heist yet, but she wanted to be there too. Perhaps not as bait, yet.