For all her inherent depth, and wisdom with the written word and picto-graphs, Cyrine had no care for silly things like 'procedure' or fretful details like 'rank.' . To her - she either enjoyed someone...or she didn’t. Rank, order,anything you could think of- became secondary to her. The simple act of being in the room with someone- alone- could tell her more then weeks, even months of conversation could.  This of course was totally unexplained to her , but in her mind, no reason to fret.<br/><br/>Cyrine casually strolls up to the captain, plucking one of her curls between her fingers and pulling it straight. Smiling widely as the hair recoils. “Luck. Fate.Magic.Circumstance.  Pick one. Pick two if it suits you. All are perfectly viable reasons but sadly none are fact. However they do make this meeting seem far more interesting. “ she stands on her tip  toes to get a better look at the captains head, noticing the slight ridge atop her skull, she blinks her right eye- the one containing her ocular implant, silently taking a picto graph of the captains head, storing it in her mind for later inspection.<br/><br/>She lowers her self back down. “Got a bit lost...tried to make your little meeting, was distracted by scantly clad women...imagine its rather hard for you to get any work done with servitors who look like that.”<br/><br/>Her fingers find another tendril of Anastasias hair and tugs it down slowly. She grins and takes a quick jaunt around the smaller woman, observing every inch of her and committing it to memory as best she could. ‘Such power...grace...and sophistication, ‘ Cyrine thought . The servitors were long forgotten as objects of irreconcilable beauty. Cyrine had a new muse.<br/>She lets the hair recoil and grins, “So..” she purrs, “ Secrets...secrets are fun. “ She exhales thick tendrils of smoke from her nose and clacks the gladstone against her teeth, before inhaling on the Lho stick once more.. “I like secrets. Especially the sort you have to work for.”<br/><br/>She takes a step back and lets her hand fuss with her own chin length mop of hair, mussing the tresses up a bit- she debates mentioning the protrusion from the bandanna, but thinks better of it. “With all due respect Cap’in its my job to unfurl those secrets and report them as i see fit...So you’re just going to have ta’ get used to me being around...”<br/><br/>She claps her hands together loudly. “That said...you can always kill me an write it off as an accident.” She beams teasingly. "NOW! Where do I sleep?"<br/><br/><b>((TL.DR: Cyrine rambles a bit- finding enough interest in Anastasia to designate her as her 'muse'.  More Picto-Graphing.))</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>