[Rose had been minding her own business when she saw the stranger beckon towards her. Every part of her feels like this is a bad idea, but she’s morbidly curious. Reluctantly, she walks over.]
I beg your pardon? I don’t see any reason I should trust soap sold out of a back alley.
Market!
I beg your pardon? I don’t see any reason I should trust soap sold out of a back alley.
[Her arms are crossed and she’s frowning.]