Five years. Five years didn't -seem- like a long time, but for Cyrine,it unquestionably was.  Five years of uncertainty, questioning and that nagging little voice in the back of her head ,(one of many) that couldn't help but wonder -what if? She had immediately been drawn to Anastasia D'Crux all those years ago.  The Rogue Trader was a flame ,and the remembrancer a moth. (Granted an incredibly high moth...so who knows how accurate that whole 'attraction' thing was .)   As far as Cy recalled, Ana stood out immediately to her, even through the hazy delight of a gladstone on top of a Lho stick, and drowned in some Rhasvod. Either way, it didn't take long for the oddball Remembrancer to take a profound amount of pictos,  incoherently  write down tales of  their adventures, and often embellish them beyond any  ounce of truth.<br/><br/>She would have stuck around for a long time given her druthers , but alas, fate and ..well..whatever, had other plans.<br/><br/>Push came to shove, then shove again, and then a bit of pushing. Some over the top renditions of 'catch me fuck me' that never actually culminated in sex rather some   awkward bathing sessions, and then culminated in the eventual 'cruel' theft of her Gladstone by the Rogue Trader.  That was the last straw for Cyrine.  She departed because of the grievous theft of an item that wasn't really all that hard to come upon, and not at all because Ana gave her a 'funny' feeling in the pit of her stomach, between her legs and in the very back of her mind.  Two out of the three were alright, even if one was a bit concerning, but the third..the fuzzy feeling in her mind whenever she was around the other woman was a little...concerning.<br/><br/>Granted Cyrine never did have the greatest grasp on her 'spazzing out' , but Ana was the first , last , and only person to ever directly cause her a mental disturbance.<br/><br/>Stupid brain and it's stupid ....stupidness.<br/><br/>Needless to say when she received the invitation to return to the Fair Lady and by proxy Anastasia D'Crux she was hesitant. At first she tossed the coin aside, dismissing it as frivolousness and actually entertaining the idea of selling it and buying her weight in liquor to keep from having to deal with anything that cursed woman had ever come in contact with.  But as with her initial encounter with Ana, the idea slowly grew on her, and within a day's time she was anxiously scheduling meetings with those within the Imperium whom might pay well for information on the newly renovated ship, and after a few meetings she was more or less locked into seeing that wretched Gladstone thief once more.<br/><br/>Cyrine was more....anxious then anything. She was never good at hiding her excitement , and it shows when she arrives at the ship.  She'd shopped for days for the 'perfect' gown for the event.  Her plan? Meet with D'Crux, capture some sensitive information if possible, and come out of their reunion the 'winner'. Preferably with a  her Gladstone safely secured under her tongue.<br/><br/>She arrives fashionably late, clad in a low cut black gown that hangs to her lithe body in all the right places. The garment accentuates her tattoos and her still unruly mop of crimson hair.   She walks with a more confidant air then she had previously, seemingly less scatterbrained then she had previously been. The illusion doesn't last long however, as she trips over her own two feet, and stumbles forwards just as she enters the main hall. She takes a few quick steps forward trying to catch herself, but landing almost directly on top of one of the random servants.<br/><br/>The young woman  who was until recently holding a tray  looks at Cyrine with a cautious and slightly annoyed look.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Sorry.." </span>The redhead mumbles, her voice airy and wavering in it's pitch.  She unceremoniously grabs -two- glasses of sparkling wine from  a servers tray as he walks past. She downs the first with out a second thought , then follows suit with the second, turning and grabbing the man by the collar to stop him before he can get away.  She replaces the glasses on the tray, and grabs another.   She holds on to this one, slowly walking through the crowd and looking for a familiar face.<br/><br/>She snaps pictos of the few people worth noting, and then starts to search for D'crux.  She pulls a Lho stick from the silver case she had hidden within her garter belt, and pulls it to her lips.  She pats her legs, and realizes she doesn't have a lighter.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Shit..."</span>She grumbles, then pipes up -LOUDLY-<span style="color: olive">"ANYONE GOT A LIGHT?!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>