Call Out at the Wharf

"I see," was all Ivana said at her explanation as she gazed over to where Bastet had found the pesticides. While quietly impressed and grateful for the young girl's help, Ivana, in good conscience, couldn't openly condone Bastet's help as it could easily lead to other bystanders rushing in to help and putting themselves in danger.

"It was very admirable that you chose to risk your life like you did," Ivana started, "however, you could have been seriously hurt," she explained.

"Next time you want to lend a hand, please talk to one of the first responders first?" she suggested, not unkindly. "Manta Carlos fire department doesn't want to be held responsible if something happened and you were hurt, or worse." she explained, not angry, but needing Bastet to understand that she could have been hurt for doing something so rash.

"I am sorry to hear that," Ivana said, her features softening when she heard Bastet's father had been a firefighter. It didn't take her time at all to guess what probably happened to him. It was a sad lot of many firefighter's families, having their loved one killed in the line of duty.

Watching Bastet get back on her bike, Ivana was surprised, and it probably showed somewhat, when Bastet asked her if she could know a bit more about her.

"If you want," she said still somewhat surprised, "Would you like to get a coffee or something?" she suggested, having the need to sit down and relax after the call out.

"How about we meet at Morning Glory?" Ivana suggested naming a small cafe near the Ocean district. "Let's say in an hour if that's okay?" she said and looked at the time, while thinking she needed to get changed and have a shower. She really disliked the bitter smell of chemical-laden smoke in her hair and on her clothes.

(You can answer here, but we could also start up a new thread too?)

Ivana arrived about fifteen minutes later at Morning Glory on her motorbike, dressed down in faded jeans, a t-shirt with the graphic design of a band she liked and a leather jacket with shiny pins and zippers and a few hand-sewn patches. She looked anything like the fire chief of Manta Carlos fire department.

Entering the cafe, she almost immediately spotted Bastet. Surprized at the girl's attire, Ivana waved a waitress over as she took a seat across from her, "Hello again," Ivana said with an amused smile, "Did you find the place alright?" she asked as the waitress appeared at their table and Ivana ordered a coffee and some pie for herself.

"Did you want anything?" she then asked, "My treat." she added.

Ivana flashed Bastet a wide grin when she commented on her appearance but didn't say anything. She knew her personal style clashed with her firefighter image.

"Make that two," she told their waitress when Bastet said she wanted a coffee and some tomatoes with her apple pie. Ivana had never had the combination before, however, the dragoness always liked to try new things.

"Oh, sorry, it's Ivana, Ivana Valdur," she said a bit sheepishly when Bastet mentioned she hadn't told her her name yet. "I often just assume everyone knows "that fire chief gal"," she explained, air quoting the last part.

"I am afraid that even in a place like Manta Carlos, you still get people who are shocked that a woman can do a man's job," she told Bastet with a smile. "it comes with territory, I guess," she said as the waitress came back almost immediately with their orders... one of the nice perks of living in a magical society - restaurant service was often fast.