<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/KenzaBailian1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kenza<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living room entrance<br/><strong>Aimed at:</strong>Dillon.<br/><br/>The cocky gentleman appeared to be more than just a cocky gentleman. He was well mannered and took the time to properly introduce himself. Kenza was impressed so far; she has found everyone to be either extremely forthcoming or at the very least embracing the friendly culture of this place, and for the young Mediterranean woman this was all it was about.<br/><br/>She took the young man’s hand and shook it with the grace reserved for the special and the eccentric – but hasn’t everybody been getting the same treatment from her – and offered him her friendliest smile.<strong>“Kenza, International Relations major… so nice to meet you too.”</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes drifted towards the ceiling where she could have sworn she heard the music emanating, however a boom box explained things in clarity.<strong>“Aren’t we all excited in that case?”</strong>She winked at him in a manner both sultry and reserved.<strong>“Some of us more so than others, as it appears.”</strong>