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This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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"Those are all good perks," she agrees - anything that keeps them off the radar of the city until they're good and ready is fine by her, even if she's still wrapping her head around the way things work around here - but she focuses on the first part.

"You need help finding a private apartment?" she asks.

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“I’ve not had one since I came here. Roman took my money. Then Beck.”

Dinah shrugs. “Honestly, I don’t mind the Down housing. It’s not that bad.”

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Rosita, who hasn't had to pay rent or fuck around with a paycheck for over a decade before coming here, is only too happy to not have to figure out how to apartment hunt.

However: "You sure? There's a clause in there about any funds you earn at your discretion being available to you through a cash card. We could find someplace for just you."

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“Honestly, I’d rather have the money.” Dinah grins. “I’ve not had cash in ages either. Fucking Beck made me work for free for months last time I was here. I burned through what I had just - you know?” She chuckles.
“I’d rather be able to buy shit I want than pay rent on an apartment some place.”

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There are a lot of things Rosita has been having trouble adjusting to being back in a city populated by the living. However, retail therapy was not one of them for long.

She's quick to say, "We should go on a spa day sometime. Celebrate signing or something." Because yeah, she gets that. She's still in Up housing after all.

"Alright. But if you change your mind, if anything happens, offer's there."