<strong>Sabien Theunissen</strong><br/><br/>She smiled slightly at the voice, distorted by the reverb from several walls.  She could tell that it was somewhere in the building, relatively nearby, but that was about it.  "I wasn't certain that you were aware of my nature...that would make things a bit easier, I suppose."  She considered for a bit to herself, looking at the ceiling.  "If you have had...negative experiences with others, I can understand your hesitancy.  I also doubt you would desire to land in the hand of mortal officials.  Too many questions and an eternity of being caught in a laboratory."  She said the word in the official mad scientist way, lah-boor-a-tor-ee.    "And I doubt that my word or oaths would mean anything to you."<br/><br/>She shrugged a bit and slipped off her leather trench coat, handing it to her lab assistant.  "So you are aware, I am here with my assistant, Tiphanie.  To show my earnestness, well...there is a decided lack of easy ways to go about this, so I will go with the simple solution."  With that she began unbuttoning her blouse, "to show my non-violent intentions, I will prove my lack of weapons by removing anything that could conceal such.  I'm certain you bear a weapon of some variety...if not, my assistant would be happy to provide you with such.  She is currently in possession of a 6" switchblade.  Rather pointless for anything serious, but I don't have a sword handy to offer.  Would that suffice?"<br/><br/>By the time she's finished talking, she has removed and carefully folded her blouse, handing it to her assistant.  One advantage of immortality and agelessness, at least.  She didn't need nor wear a bra.