[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/OHyHtms.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" style="avatar]Part of her programming attested to why typically jarring actions often seemed ignored by the Synthetic. Her reflexes were quick, but quicker was her thought process as it read the tone to the stranger's words. Perceived as they were given, Kae shifted lithely to take a seat across from the male, her watchful gaze unblinking for alarming amounts of time. It was an inquisitive sort of investigation that might have been considered invasive in it's own right, were the receiver of this attention easily bothered. It made those kinds of people uncomfortable given the eye contact she maintained, but Kae did this without pause to Ventus, her artificial hues locked on his as she listened to what was ushered between them. Her expression changed from that pleasant and formal greeting smile to a less enthusiastic expression bordering confusion as she asked. "I'm afraid I don't understand. Business?"
Folding her hands neatly across her lap as her legs once again found themselves cross, the Synthetic overlooked Ventus' quick work with the vodka, and thought it was all some sort of gamble being made for her company. As she had been told since her first night working at the Veil, no one liked drinking alone- especially when they could have her company for the evening. A hostess position wasn't beyond her tolerance, so in this vein of logic, following the direction of Ventus' commentary came naturally. It wasn't like anyone else was coming into the bar any time soon, and by the look Marv had given this stranger, her company was important to someone somewhere. That much was taken note of, so with business as the topic, Kae licked her lips to accentuate a naturally pink pout.
"I don't mind questions. I would happily answer whatever you wish to ask me. It's just talk of business I'm not understanding." Her figure straightened, a bold stance without slouch so the fabric tautly covering her torso strained against captive curves. "I'm not the owner of the Veil." This much was obvious. How rarely did Synthetics own anything more than bare bone lofts in the less frequented part of the city? Even fewer would be known for what they were, but such drastic alterations required a Clocksmith, and Kae didn't wish to end up butchered for spare parts. One was wise not to trust just anyone with their well being. "I'm also not involved in anything particularly lucrative outside of the Veil. So, as to business and you being the business type you are, I'm at a loss how I might be of assistance to you."
Her smile returned slowly as her pale visage glanced back to where they had come from, attempting to spy sidelong movements at the bar. Was Marv aware of what was happening? Was this anything he needed to be alerted to? The question was yet to be answered as her portrait returned to face Ventus. "You know my name, and I won't ask how. You seem knowledgeable of Synthetics..." One of her hands moved to gesture over the male's face from where she sat, "You are altered." Her hand motioned once more over the tattoo'd knuckles he had previously rapped against the table top. "How should I address you?"
Folding her hands neatly across her lap as her legs once again found themselves cross, the Synthetic overlooked Ventus' quick work with the vodka, and thought it was all some sort of gamble being made for her company. As she had been told since her first night working at the Veil, no one liked drinking alone- especially when they could have her company for the evening. A hostess position wasn't beyond her tolerance, so in this vein of logic, following the direction of Ventus' commentary came naturally. It wasn't like anyone else was coming into the bar any time soon, and by the look Marv had given this stranger, her company was important to someone somewhere. That much was taken note of, so with business as the topic, Kae licked her lips to accentuate a naturally pink pout.
"I don't mind questions. I would happily answer whatever you wish to ask me. It's just talk of business I'm not understanding." Her figure straightened, a bold stance without slouch so the fabric tautly covering her torso strained against captive curves. "I'm not the owner of the Veil." This much was obvious. How rarely did Synthetics own anything more than bare bone lofts in the less frequented part of the city? Even fewer would be known for what they were, but such drastic alterations required a Clocksmith, and Kae didn't wish to end up butchered for spare parts. One was wise not to trust just anyone with their well being. "I'm also not involved in anything particularly lucrative outside of the Veil. So, as to business and you being the business type you are, I'm at a loss how I might be of assistance to you."
Her smile returned slowly as her pale visage glanced back to where they had come from, attempting to spy sidelong movements at the bar. Was Marv aware of what was happening? Was this anything he needed to be alerted to? The question was yet to be answered as her portrait returned to face Ventus. "You know my name, and I won't ask how. You seem knowledgeable of Synthetics..." One of her hands moved to gesture over the male's face from where she sat, "You are altered." Her hand motioned once more over the tattoo'd knuckles he had previously rapped against the table top. "How should I address you?"
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