[Perhaps her magnificence fades out a little when she attempts to be sneaky and grab a piece of toast from the plate as if she has to steal it or something. She lifts her finger up for a pause as she chews through what she bit off and then points at her throat, lifting her chin up- there is a dark tattoo of a spade wrapped in vines and rose thorns.]

This shit doesn't activate. If this place decides to keep you, you'll get one as well.

[Being shirtless and using a tie for not-tie-things is just a regular Monday around here.

Yasha leans back a little when he stands up because damn that back; did she leave scratches? Oh, yup, she did. She presses her lips back together and leans back forward, finishing off her coffee- maybe, maybe those weren't her work of art? ...not that she'd complain.]

Um, the staff usually bring clothes because we lose them so often, but sometimes... they don't. [Her rank is low so they don't really give a damn, and Rude could be a victim of it now.]