As Saersha sat upon her stool, just watching the room, she noticed the large red alien do his own visual rounds of the place. This caused her to perk up a bit in her seat. When he walked over, and began speaking to her, her cheeks began to show a slight tinge of light blue, a glow not dissimilar to the freckles that adorned that same face. His voice reminded her of the heavy bass of thunder back home, and it caused her heart to briefly beat a bit harder in much the same way in response.<br/><br/>“I’m...having an alright time I suppose.” Her voice, on the other hand, was rather soft. She realized that it was likely near impossible to hear over the music as soon as the words left her mouth. With a shake of her head and a small laugh to herself in embarrassment, she repeated herself in a louder volume, “Sorry, I’m having an alright time!” Her pitch was definitely quite a few octaves higher than his own, but not overly so to the point of shrill. Even at the louder volume, it still held its softness.<br/><br/>When he asked his question, Searsha nodded to the first part, but let him finish before speaking up again. She smiled at the last bit, laughing slightly. He had no idea exactly how “quite the place” it really was to her. The lunarian came from a place of quiet, almost near silence, where everything grew beneath the light of three moons and a constantly eclipsed sun whenever it was in view. Her home was soft, serene, calm....and boring. As beautiful as her home was, she needed more than beauty, which was why she was here. A change of scenery, a change of pace, and the city was the best place to find that. Radius seemed to exude everything her home wasn’t, and it excited her.<br/><br/>“Actually,” she spoke up loudly to start this time, “I<i>was</i>waiting for somebody. Nobody specific, just looking to talk to somebody about a job, and hopefully a place to stay for a bit as well. Do you work here? You look like you work here. Are you who I can talk to about that?” She mentioned finally, her pale eyes never wavering from his obsidian ones.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="809" data-username="@Obscene" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/809/">@Obscene</a>