<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Johanna Laurus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>the present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Helia, Stanis, Lesslie, open<br/><hr/>Sat with the delicate poise and posture that had, eventually, been hammered into her, Johanna did, admittedly, look every part the tiny young noble, even if she wasn't at all aware of how obvious she was. This was simply how she'd been taught to sit and gesture and act and, much like the whole 'I Should Not Use Fire Inside' thing, repetition had burned it into her instincts at this point.<br/>Helia's response was met with a gracious smile and a complete inability to even think of a way to respond past the rote, memorized stuff.<br/>None of which covered what to do when she shifted and Johanna found her eyes lost tracing down her bare sides and stomach, across her hips and towards the enticing, rather more masculine seeming shorts and their contents.<br/><br/>Then she remembered again that it was rude to stare, especially like that and, blushing, turned her head to the side. "I just ... just wanted to say hello. To the two of you, I mean. You look like fellow adventuring types and ... and ..." her eyes slid slowly up Helia's tail, apparently as interested in that appendage as in the more conventionally attractive areas.<br/>"I ... I'm sorry," she half-mumbled as she forced herself to look away again. "I should not have been staring like that." Especially not if she was going to be caught doing so, as she suspected she had been. At least the man hadn't given any sign that he'd realized that she'd been eying his crotch just as lustfully.<br/><br/>"Oh! Were - were you waiting to get to the bar?" She asked abruptly, as she noticed the alchemist's presence and, grateful for the distraction, addressed her directly.