Listen, was junk forager a glamarous job? No, not by any standard. But honestly, Vera kind of loved it. It gave her free reign of the Alley. She had reason to just walk up and down and up and down, seeing all who was out and about for the day and frequently passing by the shops to give a wave to her friends inside. And she was pretty certain she'd found some good pieces! She'd taken to going to all of the shops to look through their lost and founds - most of the employees were happy enough to just hand over whatever they had to free up more space. She also made a good impression by picking up whatever she found on the ground and taking it TO lost and founds so they could hold it for a few weeks for collection, before she'd swing back around to pick it up as merchandise.

It was a good gig - and she was doing well, so she thought.

The part that wasn't her favorite? Trash days. Generally she didn't have to frequent it too often - her lost and found hook ups more than enough to fill her quotes for each shift - but some days were slow and she would have to resort to picking through trash.

Which was currently where she could be located. She'd grabbed a plastic covering to go over her cropped blue shirt and dangled just far enough over her jean shorts that they were well protected as well. Her brunette hair was also piled on top of her head to keep from getting TOO messy and a little pin was clipped over her nose to help with the smell. See came very prepared for when this particular task was necessary.

Though... her preparedness didn't particularly leave her looking anything less than a mess when the familiar voice came booming through the alley. She nearly groaned hearing it, which wasn't the usual reaction (anymore) but she was a little less than thrilled to be seen looking as she currently was. Nothing to do to fix it now though, especially when he'd stopped practically right next to her - though he didn't seem to notice. Which she planned to use to her advantage as she quickly stripped her protective wear and tossed it to the other side of the bin, her nose pin going into her pocket, before she greeted him. "Is the fanning yourself a narcissistic ploy to also pull more customers?" She asked teasingly, not moving any closer as she hoped the smell was not currently clinging to her clothes or hair. She'd asked Papa to help with a charm for that... hopefully it worked.