Cyrine froze - she had tried (and failed) to maneuver herself into a paricularly clever hiding spot(inside a bathroom cabnet) the moment she heard the footsteps.  She knew her persuit of a hiding spot was fruitless however once she heard the womans voice. She tumbles out of the cabnet as fumbling and clumsy as ever.She is splayed out flat on her back,as she waggles her fingers in a slight wave. " 'Ello..." she turns on to her stomach using her thinly muscled tattooed arms to push her self up off the exquisitly tiled floor.<br/><br/>She dusts her hands off on her thick, dark brown leather pants and extends her hand in a greeting,"Names Cyrine Haxta, Imperium Remembrancer...I take it by the festive headgear and prestine crapper yr' the captain of this barge?" She eyes the smaller woman from head to toe...she narrrows her eyes for a second and continues to ramble, "I trust you received communications that i'd be documenting your endeavors..or misadventures...whatever they may be. " she shrugs,"I dunno whatever you..." she wiggles her fingers as she talks, "Whatever you military sorts do. "<br/><br/>She puffs on her smoldering Lho stick and clacks the gladstone in her mouth from side to side, her eyebrows craning upwards, "I'll hand this to ya- for military you guys sure demand a high level of elegance to take a piss.."<br/><br/>Charm, grace and tact were never Cyrines strong points.<br/>((Posting from my phone- sorry for typos!))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>