Rhea smiled, nodding along as she pulled back just enough, letting her hand linger for a moment more before drawing it back. "That is perfectly reasonable! Though knowing her, she wouldn't mind the extra company...she likes being sandwiched like that.~" She let out a small giggle, stepping along the isle as her eyes started canvassing for an excuse: see, she figured the best thing to do was to switch bags with Yvel, and once they both somehow made it out, switch back. If they stopped Rhea, then she could easily show that the bag she had was clean, and they had no reason to suspect Yvel.

"Let's try to find you a nice swimsuit, then! Something cute, shows you off a little," she looked back, winking at the girl as she started to look at summer wear. "Let's see...I'm thinking something two-piece. Maybe not too flashy, but definitely catch the eye and let it linger..." At this point, this was for her own amusement. Seeing Yvel all flustered did something for her, and if she could keep piling it on perhaps she'd find a way to break the poor girl.

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Rhea slid the grenade across the table, letting out a hiss of disgust as she recoiled. The candlelight flickered in her eyes, accenting the metaphorical embers that were glowing fiercely behind them. "You're projecting the fact many others might be using your tools and methods failing to comprehend that I have no need of such clunky implements," she says, looking at the glass again. "You also assume, just because we have similar goals, that I want to participate in your little club."

She held her arm out, letting the glass fall to the ground and breaking into several pieces. "This is what you want, no? Causing problems on a scale to draw a target on your back? Break all rules and decorum of society, just to 'get even'?" She leaned forward, setting her elbows on the table as she began to compose herself. "Don't get me wrong. I'm all in favor of breaking the rules. But between you and me, I would rather be a cancer to society." She smiled, wicked and cruel. "You make a scene breaking the rules, people will act to stop you. They will chase you down, hunt you, drag you kicking and screaming to the executioner's block before holding you down and letting the axe fall on your neck. Or...you can pick that up." She altered her vocal cords as she she spoke the last bit, carrying a slight tune as she engaged her quirk, gesturing to the remains of the glass.

As Retsu worked Rhea turned in her seat to face her, hands interlocked in her lap. "For as long as humans have existed on this earth, there have always been societies. Some dumb and primitive, others large and expansive. They have risen and fallen countless times, but every time one falls another takes its place. Humans need society. And it would be more profitable to be a cancer and kill what I don't like silently, stealthily, than to openly demand the world to look at me for these acts. I want them to think I belong instead of cutting me out." She looked at the box, clearly wary of it after the whole caltrop grenade dud. "Pantheon might have use of me, but I have no use of Pantheon."

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It wasn't wise, but Rhea wasn't going to show that she was afraid of Retsu. Fear was a weakness, a mind-killer. If she let it dictate this conversation, then she might as well bend the knee at every turn.

She raised her eyebrow, amusement dancing across her face as she brought the glass up to eye level, studying how the light reflected within it. The trade offer was something she couldn't help but chortle at; based on what Retsu just said, would could Pantheon possible offer her when she could offer nothing in exchange? "You will have to forgive me, but I have nothing to do with the chaff of society. If what you say is true, then those with ambition and intellect like yourself will have no problem using them as pawns as you see fit. That is the natural order of this world, yes? The weak and the stupid provide the backbone for the strong and intelligent to thrive?" It was blunt, but if one were to read between the lines they might instead hear, "Why should I care?"

She looked at the disc, suspicious as she glanced at it then back up at Retsu. With her other hand she reached out and pressed the button, wary but figuring this was all part of the pitch that Retsu had planned.

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Rhea let out a hum, considering the option. It would be nice to be looked after, to have some level of wealth in her home again. Her father would ask a million questions for sure, but it wouldn't be under her own terms. If there is one thing she wanted out of this life, it was her independence, and as much as her father tried to restrict it she had the freedom to do whatever she pleased. That included chasing her revenge.

"I believe I have a better understanding of your plan then," she says, glancing over at Meliora. "Being in that position in the long term benefits you greatly, and if you say is true that I will be cared for then I could leave my own employer for the time being. However, it will have to be something I will think about. While it is not the greatest, I enjoy my work, and I enjoy the freedom that it entails. It also allows me to do my own investigating."

The name of the club made her pause, reaching up to rub at her chin. "It certainly sounds <boujee>," she says, dipping a little into English. "If it's anything similar to what I'm used to dealing with, it should be a breeze to navigate." In truth, she wasn't sure. This was new grounds, and if it was seedier than the Oasis Lounge then she'd be a fish out of water.

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Rhea pressed her lips together as she moved closer and closer to Retsu, knowing the instructions she was passed on. After the last incident she learned that this person was blacklisted, but tonight that was obviously rescinded for some reason. And to make matters worse, she was only one of two waitresses available throughout the night.

The protocol for this particular night was a low-staff one. Business was still conducted on Oasis grounds, but most front-facing operations were a low priority. Which is how the couple that got up on stage this particular evening got on. It vexed Rhea, but not as much as this person and her orders. Which was to figure out what Retsu wanted, as well as who she represented.

Rhea sat across from the criminal, crossing one leg over the other as she took in a deep breath. "You violated one of the Oasis's most important rules. Whatever it is you have to say, say it quickly." There were more candles lit then normal, and that was standard. Once the power was killed, everyone would have to get around one way or another.

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Today was a day off for Rhea. A day that, after all the shenanigans and the like she had been through, she was going to catch up on some sleep and generally relax, maybe pick up a book or read a paper or something like that. But no, her father, as he typically did, had to ruin everything. Not only did he barge into her room early that morning (something that she had repeatedly said was a bad idea), but also insisted that they go out shopping today. There were two reasons for that: either the pantry was bare because he disregarded her rationing (which was common), or he was going to goad her into buying another bottle of booze. He was yet again between jobs, and so everything was squarely on her shoulders. He could only be so lucky to have a daughter that was good at lying, cheating, and stealing her way through life. If only she could fling him off a bridge somewhere, maybe then she would be able to do more than just keep her head above water.

Knowing, despite her best efforts, she wouldn't be able to get out of this she threw on a dress and set out with him for the day. They spent some time in the market, and she had managed to secure a few good deals on fruits and vegetables, but things started to turn south once they made it to a more well-to-do part of town. She had stopped to look over a dress on display, the cogs in her head turning as she planned to make an effort to steal something like it later in the day. In the process of this she had to take her eyes off her father, who hobbled around on a cane despite barely being in his forties. The next thing she heard was hearing his shouting in Arabic, barely able to catch what he was saying as he shook his cane at some hero procession on the other side of the street. Springing into action best she could she darted over to his side as he barely stepped out into the street, hissing in his ear, "<You're embarrassing us both, get back before they find a reason to put you in jail!>" Between communicating in a language he definitely knew (his Japanese was the worst) and utilizing her quirk to the best of her ability, she was trying to placate him enough to not make such a scene. It didn't stop his next words in Arabic:

"<You fucked my wife, you bastard!>" Rhea was certain if anyone could understand him, she'd flat out die. She already wanted to because she at the very least understood him.

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