<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Carmen Castillo</span> </span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 12px">Angston Residence - @ Gyran<br/>
Mood - Curious, Tired<br/>
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</span></span>​</div><br/>As Carmen had opened her mouth to speak, Smith had surged forward, only to begin licking at Gyran's fingers. Carmen's plump mouth practically dropped open. After she collected herself by shutting her mouth and squaring her shoulders, a sharp whistle came from her lips and Smith darted to her side and sat instantly, looking up at her with a lopsided grin, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Rolling her dark eyes at the dog, she turned her attention back to Gyran. With a raise of her brow, she regarded him once more. Handsome fellow, wasn't he? And that accent.. Shaking her head to get the thoughts out, she lowered and holstered her gun, then took a seat in the chair directly before him. Smith moved in tandem, coming to a still at her side once more as he sat and regarded Gyran with that fond look in his chocolate eyes. Carmen huffed and then crossed her arms as she leaned back in her chair. "Smith doesn't like much of anyone, save for myself." She spoke, eyeing him with suspicion, as well as her own personal curiosity. "Listen, I've put my gun away. Trust that I'm much stronger and faster than you, in ways you couldn't understand, so let's just talk about what in the world my partner could have been hiding for an Englishman? Angston didn't have a proper damn bone in his body, sir." she chuckled, shaking her head. Though she laughed, there was no humor in her eyes, only a dark sadness.