Of course everyone looks at Cyrine like she has six heads when she yells out into the middle of the stuffy reception-hall for a light.  But this guy.. THIS GUY RIGHT HERE...would help her out.<br/><br/>With each step she sways a bit, unclear to most onlookers if she's   drunk,or it's simply her gate,but most astute minds will assume the former. She reaches the older gentleman,and leans into his offered light. She does so just in time to be distracted by peoples gasps of surprise.  She figures, she's either among a crowd of total prudes,(Duh. Imperium.) or the lady of the evening was upon them.<br/><br/>She watches with rapt attention , slowly taking a drag from her Lho stick , and narrows her eyes at the form in the crowd.  The second she lays eyes on Ana, her body tenses up. From her hands on up to the back of her neck,every muscle tightens in anticipation for the blow. She stands next to the old man , jaw slightly agape,and hand clutching to her lho stick, she more or less ignores the older gentlemen, not even offering a polite 'thankyou'.  Her head tilts to the side and soothing 'mist' washes over her mind: a feeling reminiscent of a sneezing sensation.  An odd  fog she hadn't felt for -quite- some time meanders from the crook of her spine and envelopes the entirety of her brain . The sensation is like an expertly crafted synthetic high, but this one isn't crafted from man made narcotics,but something far , far more ominous and confusing.<br/><br/>She isn't particularly surprised when Ana flutters past her and engages in conversation with the older gentleman. She tactfully looks away, finding -anything- to grab her attention during the whole ordeal,and takes a moment to notice the rather exotic looking woman across from her in the little 'cluster' she's found her self a part of.  She stares at the other woman for a moment, intent on ignoring Ana as she jokes with the old man. From the exotic woman, to the hulking, brute of a man to her left, her eyes scan the crowd, trying desperately to seem otherwise engaged as Ana moves in, close enough for Cyrine to gain the faintest hint of the rogue traders familiar scent.<br/><br/>The unique scent of myrrh , sex, and whatever else the Rogue Trader saw fit to anoint her self with filters its way to Cyrines senses , immediately intensifying the haze in her mind, with an unmistakable, yet so very sought after fog. Even the faintest hint of the scent propels her mind into a tailspin that is only intensified when she hears that faint 'click' against the rogue traders teeth.  Her glazed eyes go wide while she stares at the familiar face  embracing the old man who assisted her.  Her gaze narrows as the two hug, her teeth instinctively  biting hard into her lower lip in an attempt to keep herself silent. She takes a half step forward, swallowing down her boiling desire to simply pounce atop the smaller woman, and manages to act as un-phased by Ana's presence as she seems to her own.<br/><br/><br/>As if on cue she spots another familiar face.  She isn't sure if she's relieved to see Ana's resident shadow, or if she's annoyed that the woman still drew breath. Regardless, she takes a few steps forward, , stealthily taking a deep inhalation of Ana's s scent as she goes so far as to  gently shove the smaller woman aside in a entirely casual manner.<br/><br/>She eyes the other redheaded woman up and down,crossing her arms and thoughtlessly (or perhaps intentionally) ashing her lho stick onto the floor.  To say Cyrine -hated-  Euphrati  was ...well...not entirely accurate. To say they had a 'complex' dynamic was far more astute.  Now ,it wasn't that she disliked the woman, far from it. But they both knew damned well that  Euphrati  had a permanent spot among Ana's crew, while Cyrines was fleeting.  Cyrine couldn't help to be a little envious of -anyone- whom was able to be that close to Ana on a daily basis,and as such, she found it hard not to antagonize the woman a bit.<br/><br/>While most of her teasing was in good nature, it usually held undertones of something that wasn't quite jealousy,but more akin to simple rivalry.  Truth be told,she actually liked the other woman. They were very much alike, and during her first stint on the Fair Maiden, if Cyrine need a distraction from the overwhelming call of the warp,  Euphrati  served as one - Just as she would at that moment.<br/><br/>With the same wobbly gate, Cyrine approaches  Euphrati , eyeing the other woman up and down, and approaching her -far- too closely.  She stands just inches away.  Her head tilts to the side, as she extends her delicately tattooed fingers,and applies pressure to the bottom of  Euphrati 's chin, moving the woman's head back -just- the slightest bit.     She inspects the other womans neck and  then removes her hand.  She pulls another smoke from her garter belt, and lights it with the one that's nearly gone between her lips.  As she does this ,she casually raises a brow to  Euphrati<span style="color: olive">"So... I see Ana let you remove the collar for the nights festivities. That was awful big of her." </span>She smiles at  Euphrati  with a shit -eating grin- more or less daring the woman to react - hoping that it's enough of a distraction to keep her mind from the warp.<br/><br/>She drops the butt of her lho stick at Euphrati's feet, and stomps it out with her high-heeled shoe.   She stares at the other redhead, trying to find -anything- to distract herself from that foggy-disjointed feeling fluttering through her mind, and threatens to cause the first 'episode' she's had in ...well...five years.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>