Tandy is still trying to work out which way is up in this world. The players, the games, the resources. And while her stolen borrowed jacket is good for covering her foreign clothes. It would be nice to fit in just a bit better.

Plus there is only so much one can learn from booze-soaked revelry.

Tandy still doesn't really trust anyone here, a handful of her reads have given her a positive sense. That these are the good guys, who want good things. But in equal measure this world seems cruel and with it cruelty found its way into some hopes.

"Gold," Tandy keeps the words short, still trying to blend in and not sound like a complete. It's a gamble if the word for the color gold has always been 'gold,' but it's also a safe suggestion for a woman who seems intent to stand out. Based on that dress anyway.

Tandy is also trying to casually set up bumping into the woman to put her hand on her skin, catch a vision of the woman's deepest hopes. Which is very safe and there is no way physical contact can go wrong.

((OOC: Feel free to catch her or let her eat crow here, as you want.))