<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/>Letting her hand fall back to her side, Dannara simply stared at the strange, to her, young man she was talking to. Because of the unsettling nature of her gaze, she wasn't used to being flirted with and she wasn't quite sure how to react to it now. She had male friends, but none of them flirted with her. She was too odd, too unusual, none of them seemed to know what to make of her oddities and so it was far easier to simply keep her at arm's length and for them to chase more easily understood women.<br/><br/>Aaron might be well practiced in courtship rituals, but most of his charm and tactics simply flew over Dannara's head and were rather useless.<br/><br/>"Why would I feel better if you were clammy and uncomfortable?" she finally asked in her own, forthright, manner. "You're right that it doesn't slow me down, I've learned to compensate in other ways and in a club as full as this one, a cane would be more of a hindrance than a help. I do have one that I use on occasion," she admitted, without admitting that she used it more for it's ability to make small tapping sounds to trigger her echolocation than for anything else, "But it stays home far more than it's used," she added with a small shrug.<br/><br/>Still mildly confused by him she couldn't help but to ask as well, "And why would anyone want to kill you over a picture? Granted I could see someone braking your phone, or maybe just pulling the memory card, if you took a picture of them without their permission, but it certainly wouldn't be something to hurt you over," she said, her brow slightly furrowed as she tried to imagine why he'd need a site that would stir up trouble if someone hurt him. "Unless you're taking picture of people in some<em>truly</em>unsavory positions...you're not some freakish paparazzi type person in your profession are you?"<br/><br/>Before he could answer she pushed away from the wall she was leaning against and flashed a playful grin, "I don't need a guide, but a dance partner is never a bad thing. If you actually think you can keep up," she added, a challenging smirk flaring across her face and gone in a heartbeat, quickly there and easily missed. The few minutes outside had cleared her head, and her ears, of the ringing caused by the loud music from inside and she was now ready to head back inside and onto the dance floor.