Damn. Damn-damn-damn...<br/><br/>Silynn went stark still as the unfamiliar hand gripped her shoulder, stiffening visibly. She'd been in the process of shedding her rather ridiculous garment, it's hood thrown back to reveal gleaming copper curls the would down her back and sharp, distinctly elven features. The robe had parted to reveal the snug leathers beneath, molded well to the petite figure with a gymnast's form. Daggers gleamed at the woman's hips, their glimmer visible in the dim light of the tunnel to the Underbelly before she tugged it closed again.<br/><br/>Damn.<br/><br/>The thick fringe of lashes around her dimly glowing green gaze fluttered as she turned, slipping into her role perfectly despite the futility of the effort. Slender lips pursed in the ghost of a pout as she turned the practiced innocence upon the stranger.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">I assure you, sir, I've not the faintest idea what you're talking about.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>