<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Penthouse Studio A</strong> - <em>Talking to Aline, Working</em></div><br/>Paul grinned at Aline's description of Avarice; "she has her moments" was photographer speak for "she can be a pain in the ass sometimes", and he wondered what specific asinine behavior the woman chose to indulge occasionally. He let his eyes sweep the studio as the lights came up, and he gave a low whistle in appreciation. He didn't know who Baastian was, other than that he was obviously another photographer, and instead followed her in silence. Once again thankful that he'd managed the shower today, he pulled his feet from his shoes, and placed them neatly next to Aline's near the tape. He grinned at the size difference between them -- God, how he wished he had his camera! -- before following her into the work area. He worked quickly and carefully, placing everything as Aline prompted; when she didn't prompt, he put things where they made logical sense, or would be easiest to move into better position.<br/><br/>Paul nodded as Aline described the portrait. "What exactly would constitute perfect?" he asks, completely seriously, as he carefully set a stool in the center of the work area. "I hope he didn't have his heart set on natural lighting." He glanced at the windows pointedly, and adjusted the flash boxes to provide softer, more even lighting around the stool. He took a step back, and nodded; everything was basically close enough. He started taping cables to the floor with the blue tape, making it less likely that anyone would trip over them, knocking out the lights, or worse yet, bring everything crashing down upon them. "So, should I go hunt her down?" he asked, as he finished up and inspected his work.<br/>