<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)      </div><hr/>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br/>Approaching entry line<br/><hr/><br/>The young woman shrugs back in reply, seeming uncomfortable in the man's gaze.  She senses something about him... she was warned, of course, that there was old, bad blood between her...<i>kind</i>... and others.  Forcing herself to meet his gaze, she regains her poise, blinks and looks away before answering, her voice cool and even, loud enough only for him to hear over the thrumming music from within.  "I was given a choice.  Find someone who can help me learn some control, or... well, a much worse outcome."<br/><br/>Her eyes lock to his, a glint of fear cracking the calm timber of her voice.  "I don't really know if that's possible or not.  You probably know better than me."  She sweeps her eyes over him once more, trying not to show how hopeful she is that, just maybe, he can help her find her the first clear direction on this mess she's become.