<div class="floatright">(http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</div><br/>Once done with chatting with the Malkavian, Rebecca moved her way over to James.  Her smile was cool, professional but pleasant, and she offered him the back of her hand.  "A pleasure to meet you," she said politely, fishing out a business card from her purse with her off hand.  "Rebecca Stephenson, childe of Maximillion DeWinters, of Clan Ventrue."  Her eyes stayed upon his as she made her introduction.