<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Storm: Just a poor, awkward teenaged girl a heart</span></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Her crystal blue eyes lock with the eyes of the green-skinned male standing some feet away from her for a long moment. Her gaze was solid and unflinching, her full pillowy lips working for just a moment as if she were attempting to coax some sort of sound, or some sort of conversation or anything from them to break the slightly uncomfortable silence that had fallen over the room. It was difficult for her, it always was. She had found a small number of men and women she had met in her sixteen years to be attractive, desirable, interesting, or all three. And despite her ability to force the very air around her to obey her command, despite her iron-like willpower, and even despite how she usually found it natural and fitting to speak to people, to lead there were still times when the uncertain awkward girl that lay in her core would be all that she is.<br/><strong><br/>"I see by your file you are... very much not from around here."</strong>The statement was all she was able to utter to break the silence that had fallen so thickly over the room. "I have never met anyone from as far away as it says in your file that you are." Her baritone, accented voice falls into the familiar pattern of conversation with another being, and her rigid posture slacks slightly. Though it takes more an a martial artist's skill to put one's foot squarely in their mouth...<strong>"Is your body like those of humans? Or different?"</strong>That was it, the question had already escaped her lips, and as badly as she wanted to reach out and grab the words shove them back in her mouth she could not do it.<br/><br/>What was she doing? What even prompted her to blurt out such an inappropriate seeming question? She begins to quickly try to devise a way to make her statement -not- sound as offensive as it sounded to -her-.