[ Her elevator companion happens to be tucked in one corner leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, a look of irritation planted on her face. The next time she has to get anywhere, she'll take the stairs. Though based on her limited experience already, that probably wouldn't be enough to save her a headache.
It's not until she's directly addressed that she opens her eyes again, gaze traveling first to the paintings and then to the young woman and then back to the babbling paintings hung up on the side. ]
I think we'll be trapped in here for some time if they're expecting any sort of show out of me.
[ Her voice is low, casual with a small whiff of resignation. It's not that she's unwilling to participate but simply that she's unversed in the art of romance and flirtation. A simple show of violence and strength would be much easier than having to dance around coy words. ]
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It's not until she's directly addressed that she opens her eyes again, gaze traveling first to the paintings and then to the young woman and then back to the babbling paintings hung up on the side. ]
I think we'll be trapped in here for some time if they're expecting any sort of show out of me.
[ Her voice is low, casual with a small whiff of resignation. It's not that she's unwilling to participate but simply that she's unversed in the art of romance and flirtation. A simple show of violence and strength would be much easier than having to dance around coy words. ]