<div class="floatleft">(http://www.sexybootsrule.com/sigs/mystrissfreya150x200.jpg)  </div><br/><br/><strong>Name~</strong>Freya<br/><br/><strong>When~</strong>September 15, mid afternoon<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>Akira<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>As pleasant as possible.</em>The classic line of false comforts that veiled intentions to cause discomfort fifty dimensions over.  No reaction what-so-ever at her titling of him… Curious.  The scientists always displayed some form of surprise, some hint of humility, but not this one.  Well played, she mused silently.  Flattery was given next, no doubt a ploy to lure her into a false sense of security. Her eyes wandered the length of the bar at his question, then ranged further to eye the tables elsewhere in the room, and finally settling back on his soft smile as he lifted her hand. Again the stunted custom, it was not quite as odd a feeling whence she was on the receiving end.  Still an utterly useless custom, but at least it didn’t feel as neutered.  Things seemed… normal, but there was a strangeness about the place that aroused her suspicion and kept her on guard.<br/><br/>“They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” she mused, studying his eyes for a moment, “Yours might be collectables.”  She gave a slight shrug as she continued, “A table is preferred.  So long as it isn’t stainless, those electrons really bring me down,” she replied to his question with a droll expression.  She didn’t trust having her back to the door at the bar; she found it better to know when the needles came out.  Though she had to give them some credit, this would be an ironic trap considering she’d come in of her own volition.  What to say on his final question though?  Happiness was such a curious… and human term.  She let out a soft hum of consideration, roving her eyes over him; a dulled green vein drifted beneath the silvery reflections in her eyes like a stalk of grass curling in a breeze.  This… creature was clearly not human, why then would he work with the scientists?  Was he immune from their curiosity and probing, and if so why?  Or was he forced into such positions through threat of death? Perhaps she could help him escape...  Two could play their games, after all.  The idea amused her lending a hint of a smile to the bored amusement on her face.<br/><br/>“It would please me to know why you work in this facility,” she said, canting her head to the side with a curious air.  “If you’re not busy with your other pat… rons,” the final word came with a hitched pause, as if she had to think on it.  A fetching smile then washed over her face, her expression lighting up as though the sun had risen, complete with faint lens flares that traveled across the silver stage of her irises.  It was only a matter of time before one of their rubes slipped up and gave away the game.  She would interrogate them all and figure out their angle.<br/>