Andrea had long stood still, her eyes locked ahead of her in a dreamy peace.<br/><br/>Patience had always been her greatest virtue; waiting out alongside time had saved her many years of unneeded effort and complications, always trusting in the natural order of things to fix itself as it had countless times before. It only made sense that she would assume the same of the situation ahead of her, and with this thought she began to really question if her emotions had any true demand of her presence here. Surely she was not<span style="font-style: italic">needed</span>, such a claim to be made about herself would be not only selfish but insulting to the world she was born into. Her presence was never a required one, but rather became a forced creation of fate that over the years managed to mold into a permanent volunteer position.<br/><br/>As she went over her usual contemplation, Andrea's concentration was broken while she brought her arms around herself in a cross, gripping at the long jacket lightly as she felt its course fabric against the tips of her skin. The sudden taste of something in the air had distracted her; a taste that she knew all too well, and her eyes began to slowly slide across the figurines surrounded her until she began to pick a few apart one by one.<br/><br/>A man, lavishly dressed in Egyptian fashion, tasted of ancient crafted magics, perhaps highly organized in a sense that she could not yet pin-point. Along with him came a companion with her own taste about her, though Andrea knew enough respect to not analyze a cat. More closer to the world were they in her eyes, and to try and sniff out the natives around her was considered rude as a neighbor unless proper warrant was called for it.<br/><br/>Her eyes continued to wander about until they stopped upon a second male, also tasting of the hidden arts. Her secondary senses told her to be wary of him, perhaps for her own well-being more than anything else - When it came to the inhabitants of this world, there were those that hid and those that searched, and she was more of the first group than the second.<br/><br/>Two females also joined the group, though for now Andrea had little to feel off of them that she could identify. The younger one brought her an interest because of her youth, an interest that was directly related to worry more than any other emotion she had at the current. The second had a far more fixated if not slightly<span style="font-style: italic">aggressive</span>air about her; an emotion Andrea had not felt in a very long time and was not too keen on feeling for a good while anyway, and so she turned her plain brown eyes away as her hair followed with her. The pale female was very much content on returning to her wait until a voice rang up from what she assumed was the second male.<br/><br/>"I think its high time some pragmatic individuals decided to band together and do something about these kind of events don't you?"<br/><br/>Her eyes returned, this time far more pointed and focused then before. Slowly her body would follow, turning as if she were a rotating statue with only the movement of her booted feet to reveal any natural motions. She would face him for a moment, her head canting in both observation and then curiosity before she decided to move forward. Andrea was not a lover of conversation, but she felt the need to answer her own questions about this certain individual on this very night. She would approach him until she was directly adjacent to the male, extending a her right hand to him in the search for a simple handshake.<br/><br/>Words were unneeded. His reaction would dictate whether or not words would be useful with him, as first impressions were<span style="font-style: italic">particularly</span>important to the individual such as she, and so she kept her lips shut for now. All she would give him was her hand.<br/><br/><br/><br/>If he took it, he would find her warmth a lively and nearly hopeful one, something that betrayed her appearance to a suspicious fault. If one had especially good senses, they may even feel her strong heart beating with a vibrancy comparable to strength of newborn life, unwilling to relent itself or seize any function.