<strong>Name:</strong>Rosaria Florez (http://img593.imageshack.us/img593/2122/001nw.jpg)<br/><strong>Scion of:</strong>Tlazoltéotl<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lafyette Regional Airport (http://www.lftairport.com/Home)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Isabella, anyone else at the airport<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A low-cut red dress (http://s9.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/49060CC3.jpg) and heels<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Early morning<br/><br/>Rosaria simply nodded, taking a good swig of the hip flask herself and letting out a relaxed sigh before screwing the top back on.  She accepted the map from Isabella with a gentle smile.  "Thank you.  I'm quite alright for money, but I would absolutely enjoy another...exhibition."  The paper neatly found its way into her purse, matched with a smile suggesting that Rosaria had little interest in the nature of the sport but was far more excited by something related.<br/><br/>She offered over her dossiers to Li Huang San as well once his questions were raised.  "Same information as my own; I can only imagine that little information exists to date.  That's certainly something that can easily be rectified, however, after our meeting."  Her eyes caught upon the gruesome picture without the slightest hint of disgust.  "Oh, that is a common method of sacrifice among our people," she explained, her finger starting to trace along some of the wounds in the picture.  Her lips puckered for a moment, about to go into a detailed explanation, but she stopped herself with a smile that held the slightest bit of embarrassment.  "I realize that it's not your way.  If you like, I can go into detail on the subject, but I expect it would only bore you.  Suffice it to say that many sacrificial rites are quite complex."  A flicker of pride shone through her eyes.  "It's our way to prove our devotion to our gods."<br/><br/>