[ Admittedly, the unfamiliarity is almost thrilling. The one tangible stranger that seems to actually see her, properly, and all. She attempts to search for a familiar face underneath the make up — anyone she's met in the last few months, considering it's been a fair number, but ... no one comes to mind. So, who? What kind of place has the Storm brought her to, now?
Not that she's waiting for reasons to stall — the thought is a fleeting one, while she focuses on the conversation ( "conversation" ). Red returns his smile with one of her own — levels more subdued than his, the corners of her lips just barely flicking upwards as she nods. No hesitation on her face, as she seems to take the opportunity and jump straight into the deep end.
Her eyes begin to search for an exit ( just walking through the crowd wouldn't feel right; it's too easy, for a club like this ). Gently points toward a small parting of crowds that almost looks like it appeared for the two of them. Once he moves, she begins to follow. ]
no worries at all!!
Not that she's waiting for reasons to stall — the thought is a fleeting one, while she focuses on the conversation ( "conversation" ). Red returns his smile with one of her own — levels more subdued than his, the corners of her lips just barely flicking upwards as she nods. No hesitation on her face, as she seems to take the opportunity and jump straight into the deep end.
Her eyes begin to search for an exit ( just walking through the crowd wouldn't feel right; it's too easy, for a club like this ). Gently points toward a small parting of crowds that almost looks like it appeared for the two of them. Once he moves, she begins to follow. ]