<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dannara "D" Jacobson<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Pickpocket/Petty Thief<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Purgatory<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Chatting with Aaron<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Aaron<br/><strong>Open to Others:</strong>Yes<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg.html)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>D appreciated a firm handshake, though she did wonder at the way his fingers slid across her palm; it seemed...unnecessary to her and made her tile her head just slightly, as if studying him. What she was studying, of course, was the thermal image she saw of him, looking for temperature spikes that might give her some clue to his motivations. Over the years she'd learned a general meaning for variances in temperature when looking at people. It wasn't perfect of course, she wasn't a perfect human emotional detector, but she had learned, in a general way, to read temperature cues the way most people read facial cues.<br/><br/>Though that odd sense that the "blind" girl was studying them made many people uncomfortable which threw off her reading until they relaxed around her.<br/><br/>"Dannara," she answered his question, a small smile just lifting the corner of her lips. He didn't seem at all nervous around her and, she had to admit (if only to herself) that it was pleasant to be called beautiful, it wasn't something she heard often, her eyes disconcerted people too much for them to notice much else.<br/><br/>"You should be careful with that camera too," she added, having heard the phone click and the pressing of buttons that told her he'd done<em>something</em>with the picture, though not what. "Not everyone likes having their pictures taken. A know a couple of people who'd have snatched that phone and busted it up if you snapped them without their actually having said 'yes' first," she added, a low chuckle filling her throat as the image of some of the other pickpockets she knew, doing just that, flashed through her mind.<br/><br/>Tipping her head the other way she looked at him even harder, her brow furrowing just slightly and then smoothing, a flash of amazement flaring across her features but quickly hidden behind a serene smile once more. Anyone who paid attention would quickly notice that a friendly smile, was D's version of a blank expression. "You really aren't bothered by me are you? Most people get one good look at the eyes and are tripping over themselves to get away as quickly as possibly," she admitted in an entirely nonchalant way. It wasn't something that bothered her, in fact it made picking pockets far easier, people were always look at her eyes, never her hands; it was just a simple fact of her life.