<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">Velaria Romanov</span></span><br/>
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</span></span>​</div><br/>Velaria regarded Hop for a long while, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she clenched and unclenched her jaw. As she finally decided to let him in on what was going on, she released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "I have an issue. A very old issue. I work at a local human bar, The Twisted Sister. It seems that my past issues have followed me and a very dear friend of mine is in trouble." As she let her eyes scan around the clearing, her brows furrowed in a frown. "I can do it on my own of course, but.. I am afraid I'll lose control of myself." Velaria admitted, looking very much upset that she did so. She began tapping her foot impatiently, though it wasn't Hop she was irritated at, it was herself. "She said he's a Russian, who knows me from a long time ago. If it's true, if she is Russian, then my friend is in very grave danger, Mr. Hopkins." She felt anger bubbling in her chest, but she did her best to keep the cool mask on her face in place. She didn't need to lose her head, not here, and it certainly wouldn't help Margaret. Perhaps she hadn't realized she truly cared about the woman until now.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">​</div>