<div class="floatleft">(http://img849.imageshack.us/img849/3152/004blondeingray.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nicole "Smiley" Anderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721854#msg10721854)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at Giorgio's<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ethan, Moses, Morgan, Sparx, Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.hotelegancia.com/pic/Modern-Dress/french-connection-39-animal-mechanical-39-print-sheath-dress-daisy.jpg<br/><hr/>Although Nicole showed no real concern or opinion of Moses yet, she didn't seem to make much eye contact with Morgan.  Her body language simply shrank away, whether a little intimidated or a little deferential.  Occasionally she glanced in her direction, but whenever her mouth would begin to open to make some sort of comment, it soon shut again.  More than once Nicole glanced at her book, but never seemed to find what she wanted.<br/><br/>By contrast, Sparx's introduction fascinated her a little.  She glanced over his outfit, furrowing her brow and attempting to place it for a bit.  Her head shook just a little and she seemed on the verge of giving up when her eyes suddenly widened in delight.  "Ah, Victorian gentleman, non?"  Apprehension faded from her slightly hunched features as she reached over the table, palm down in a courteous offering.  The thick French accent faded a little, mixing with some degree of proper British, though that aspect of her tone sounded like an attempt to parrot an old movie.  "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir."<br/><br/>There was no mocking in her tone.  If anything, her eyes held a soft pleading that he would accept her attempt.  So much of her trepidation and fears had slipped just beneath the surface of her demeanor, extended into this opportunity to act in the way that a well-read French girl might more easily understand and emulate, but the trembling of her fingers suggested how quickly she could fall back into silence.