<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Thalia Linnea,</span><em>Medic</em>(and Mason Kincaid)<br/>2519, present day<br/>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Samson, Mason & Santiago<br/>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg).<br/>Location - At the party/In the ballroom<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"That's one way to put it." Thalia smiled as she said it, her expression lending itself to a touch of sarcasm. She took Samson's arm, thoughts of the masquerade party long ago put aside as she wondered just who this client was and what he had in store for the crew. Her companion training found its way to the fore as she entered the room with him and Mason, a little sheepish after her earlier slap. They drew a few looks for that reason. Their contact - hmm, how would she describe a man like that? "I think you're right. He looks a bit irritated but also very serious. He doesn't look like a 'Dale', does he?"<br/><br/>Samson and Thalia soon caught up with Mason. "I would suggest we talk alone privately," Dale said. He spoke in English but with a strong Chinese accent. "There is a room off to the side. I locked the door, so it wouldn't be used by the guests," Mason replied. He indicated the side of the ballroom nearby. "Does that meet with your approval?" Mason asked, not just of Dale but Samson as well. Thalia seemed fairly invisible to him. Dale nodded, and waited for him to lead the way. That was if Samson had no protest. Nearby, Santiago noticed that Samson and Thalia had returned. He was starting to make his way over.<br/><br/>As far as appearances went, Dale was a very well-dressed man. More than that, he seemed refined and rather dangerous, in a way that was hard to justify considering he had hardly spoken a word. It was in how he stood, how he looked and in how he moved, as if he possessed the heart of a predator but was perfectly controlled, and more than that, at ease. He had no reason .. presently, to be anything other than civil, so he was being civil. However, there was something about him that gave the distinct impression that he was capable of more. He was choosing not to exercise that capability. As a fighting man, Samson would've seen that.<br/>