Sienna stood in front of the auditorium, a bit unearthed from the sudden amount of attention on her. But nonetheless, she felt comfortable and in her element, she wasn't as nervous as most people would probably be. But, as Greg walked around with his hands sheathed and her eyes switching between him and the speakers before going back to the crowd, she saw what he was getting at. Leverage. She feigns a smile as he compliments her yet also relates it to the lesson at hand. When he dubbed himself as an actor Sisi couldn't help but tilt her head a little at his choice of title, wondering if borrowing her pen and making nice with her was a ploy from the get go. Because what he didn't know, was that Sienna was an<i>actual</i>actress as well. She'd done autodidact and formal study while in school a little bit, and with the naturally gifted of such an occupation came the ability of empathy and psychoanalysis. So as Greg spoke about leverage, Sienna realized it wasn't as lopsided as he was leading the crowd to believe. She'd already seen that the man was either battling punctuality, confidence, or apathy. She's seen all his little notes, and for someone to come in and be the only speaker to make adjustments to his, that meant that he had either taken this gig at the last minute, prepared for this gig at the last minute, or simply wanted to be thorough which shows a mild sign of insecurity. Sienna only kept her charming smile as he talked.<br/><br/>As his hand touched the small of her back, she clapped and then shook his hand as the crowd all applaused at the little demonstration. She felt the card in her hand and had seen him pull it out, as she grips it discreetly and moves back to sit on the front row, by her lonesome yet again. She checked her phone and got a good number of texts while she was up standing. She'd check them after the seminar, as she listened to the notes that he was speaking from what she'd noticed on his paper. They were good notes, it was always good to know the opposition and predict a behavior and outcome. Much like Sisi was picturing how he'd be outside in the real world, away from litigation and business. He'd given off a few cues to her already, but she didn't know much yet. But looking at the card he'd given her, she wondered how much he considered her since the card had work numbers on it. Maybe he wanted her to call in for a business opportunity or maybe a job? Sisi never saw herself working those types of office jobs as the outside world spins by. She wanted to be in her craft, out experiencing events, people, things, all of the vastness this planet had to offer in a finite amount of time.<br/><br/>Though looking at how charming he was, she wouldn't mind seeing him again in any fashion. But the woeful Sienna had already marked it off as a casual union. Guys like that didn't go for girls like her. She continued to store key points as Greg would finish his speech until the end.