<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Storm, a young woman who was forced to grow up too fast</span></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Her own crystal blue eyes shifted towards the blond woman next to her, looking up into her similarly blue eyes for a moment. She was staring at her. She trails off speaking of her story to both her and the blond man beside her. Blue eyes locked to blue eyes for a long moment, her full brown lips purse slightly in thought. Carol, it was a simple, friendly name a name that reflected so much in the woman who she stood next to. Was it just her? Was there a moment of attraction? Of not just two people who wish to be friends but perhaps something more.<br/><br/>The soft, pink hue that spreads across the creme-colored cheeks of the taller woman just under the dark lines of her partial mask before she quickly looked away was telling. She reaches out a single arm, with a single, elegant sweep she allows the lighter brown almost caramel colored palm to rest on the exposed upper bicep of the tall, shapely teenaged woman. A swift contact, a small declaration of interest in a simple, harmless gesture.<br/><br/>She nods her head to the asked question.<strong>"There are weight rooms and training areas in the sub-floors for those with enhanced strength. You are both -very- free to make use of them at your leisure."</strong>She motions towards the doorway, her hand slipping from it's light contact with the blond woman's shoulder.<strong>"I hope to see the both of you later, please get acquainted with the amenities, they are yours to use as you please. And Carol, perhaps you could join me later for dinner? I like your outfit very much and I would like to get your input on fashioning one similar for myself."</strong>An invitation extended, a chance taken, though cloaked in a harmless seeming activity. The fact was she -very- much wanted to get to know her.