<div class="floatleft">(http://static.becomegorgeous.com/img/arts/2012/Mar/28/7253/charlize_theron_womens_health_2012_2_thumb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Leena Moran<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower, R&amp;D Level, Main Laboratory<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 5:15 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Bruce Banner</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Bruce would find Leena crouched down by the smashed glass, blonde tresses hiding her features as fingers worked gingerly through the pieces. A rather delightful line of flesh on her inner thigh was revealed in her position, her pencil skirt having ridden up in her current pose. As Bruce made his way in, her head would would whip up, her facial features holding feigned surprise, blue eyes wide, rose-petal lips in a small 'o'. Slowly she would rise, working a blush across her cheeks, one hand sliding over the top of a skirted thigh as her hips shimmied oh so slightly in an attempt to work her skirt back down, the other smooth slender digits through her hair to remove the errant strands from her eyes.<br/><br/>Her smile would be shy as Bruce introduced himself, but as his attention drifted to the glass he was sweeping, her face took on a beautiful arrogance. Her eyes swept over his form, critiquing, analyzing, rather enjoying. He was a handsome man, if a bit nervous. But when he looked back at her, he would only see the shy intern again, her lower lip gathered just barely into white teeth. Licking her lips she would smile, offering her hand to shake, her timbre low and smooth, velvety.<br/><br/><strong> “ Leena Moran. I'm just an intern here. I am <em>so</em> sorry about the mess! I'll pay for the damages I swear. I didn't mean to disturb your work. I must admit I'm a fan...”</strong>Again she would blush, dipping her gaze slightly, still holding her hand out to him. And though she truly had not been hurt by the little 'accident', it was nothing to send out a bit of her Power, bringing forth the smallest, the tiniest of illusions. A line of blood snaked across her palm, and crimson drops began to slowly drip to the floor. Oh my...she had been injured...