Its all a game. (Exinale? Jimmylost? Open)

Anna was selling a dead mans fish. She had gone to work this morning to find a small net full of fish belonging to a man she knew to be dead, having witnessed his murder. She had forgotten that he had given her his catch to gut for him using a vague threat about having connections to the capitol to get nearly a quarter of the price for her work. Now she had the whole thing to herself. She felt the handle of the knife she had gained as well, if indirectly, from his death. Everything seemed to be going her way after the man's death. If you didn't count nearly getting killed.
As she counted out the money she got for the fish she spotted a familiar face, Knox the unwilling career who had been there as well that day. He seemed to be both certain and confused, like he was looking for someone. When she had talked to him before the whole thing seemed to had effected him more then her. He wanted answers, she knew that but if he went looking for them Anna was afraid of what might happen to him. He seemed nice enough to her, she'd hate to be selling his fish.
"Hey Knox" she said attempting to get his attention and possibly distract him from his possible mission.

OOC: she's just selling the fish.
"Hey, so watcha up to?" said Anna only remembering now how terrible she is at small talk.

ummm,,, we're in the district square so... there kinda wouldn't be roots and dirt. so you might want to fix that.