<strong>Carol Neathawk</strong><br/><br/>Neathawk blushed almost down to her collarbone.  She didn't think \she was that easily read, but with someone like Sabien... "How old are you, exactly?"  On the surface, she was thinking about how centuries of experience would give one quite the edge when it came to reading people.  On a deeper level, centuries of experience meant she had likely forgotten more than Carol had ever learned about -<em>Stop that!</em>the detective thought angrily, then with a jolt wondered if she had said that aloud.  "The way you move, more like flowing than waking."  Oh, that was definitely out loud.<em>I feel like I feel like I did when I was sixteen and saw that cheerleader looking at the track squad.  Then realizing she was looking at me.</em>