When Paskar mentioned that she could talk to him about possible employment, she visibly perked up, eyes widened and back sitting up straighter in her chair, while a large smile of pearly whites painted her own face. But then he finished his joke and her posture relaxed some while her eyes closed. Her smile did not disappear, but it did soften and close, as her palm moved to cradle the side of her head. A small giggle escaped and her head shook back and forth. She must have looked ridiculous just before, like a puppy who was presented a treat.<br/><br/>Saersha opened her eyes back up once more when the large man mentioned taking her to see his boss. “Sounds great!” She exclaimed as she hopped off her stool, expecting to get this moving along with a bit more excitement on her face than she probably intended. But once again, she was left to stand there in confusion as her glowing orbs watched Paskar observe the man and woman she’d noticed before entering the establishment.<br/><br/>“My apologies, I thought I saw a fellow acting out of line.”<br/><br/>Saersha nodded once at him before glancing over at the table from where the woman strutted away in a huff. She didn’t notice the man<i>do</i>anything, but he certainly must have<i>said</i>something to make the woman so angry. Perhaps she should steer clear of him. At least for now. Saersha was notorious for being too trusting, and she was working on that flaw of hers, but occasionally she’d slip up and listen to the wrong person. Luckily she hadn’t had any issues so far since hitching a ride to this new world. Hopefully she can keep that streak going.<br/><br/>As Paskar explained the situation with his boss, and then introduced himself, the lunarian blinked in confusion at first, and then blushed again. Even as he bowed, the hulking man towered over her smaller frame, but the gesture remained very proper all the same. She’d never been bowed to like that, most of the time such a gesture reserved for figures of authority or royalty. Her family had told her all her life that outsiders were ruffians and criminals with no manners or decorum like those of her tribe possessed. Part of her felt that had to be false, but surprise still plastered her face when Paskar proved her suspicions right. Even more so that it was to her that he bowed. If anybody here was a figure of authority, it was him, the head of security, the one who could throw her out at a moment’s notice if she acted out of control. As if shaking out of her stupor, Saersha shook her head and mirrored the bow, “I’m so sorry too! I should have introduced myself before asking for a job. My name is Saersha.” She said as she stood back up straight, “it’s lovely to meet you, Security Paag.” She addressed him as such as that was how one addressed those above oneself on Lunari: title/job followed by surname. At least in her own tribe that was the case.<br/><br/>“I really appreciate you helping me. It’s no trouble for me to wait. It’s not as if I have anywhere else to be.” She laughed a bit embarrassedly, “I’m sure I’ll find something to do in the meantime.” She explained, her eyed starting to wander as she considered what exactly there was for her to do. The most likely thing is that she’d just sit quietly back down on her stool until the time came that she could meet the manager. Maybe have a drink or a snack to idly pass the time. Though she was very curious about dancing to such strange music. How did one even dance to something so fast paced? She was certain when patrons started coming in they would flail limbs around wildly. How else could one keep up? Right? “This place is so different from home.” Her eyes seemed almost distant as she muttered those words to herself, considering all her options.<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>