<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, Open<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Silvery eyes studied him intently at his admission, seeming unfazed by his flattery and the press of his warm lips against her skin.  An Angel? The opposition to Demon’s she’d heard... curious.  And he was a 'shapeshifter'?  Much like his confusion as to her being a Deshan, she wasn’t entirely sure what details any of these odd species entailed, but she could indeed fathom his talent a bit easier than he might guess at hers.  “No need,” she replied to his question with friendly dismissal, “Besides, as I understand it many of the beings here are… disturbed by my true form,” she added with a soft chuckling lilt.  “This is your true form?,” she mused, straightening up slightly in her chair as her curiosity overtook her more predatory instincts.  Gently grasping his hand with both of hers she turned it, softly tracing the creased lines on his palm with her eyes and a cool finger. “Its…,” she paused a moment, flicking her eyes up to study his face again for a short moment, “Rather human,” she continued with a faint hint of distain, “Though I suppose that makes it easier to deal with existence here.”  She gave a faint indicative wave of her hand as she released his from her scrutiny.<br/><br/>“As I said do not believe Deshan exist here.  Perhaps they are extinct or perhaps they never evolved at all…  I suppose perhaps the latter is more likely, as I understand it the land masses here were once as one.  If my species had evolved, I’ve no doubt Human’s would not have survived it,” she smirked, a white hued strand threading beneath her metallic contacts in cold amusement.  “I suppose by the same token, had Deshan existed here, then they would surely be quite different from myself.  Evolution is a rather quirky process after all.”  She gave a dismissive shake of her head that sent red curls sliding forward over her shoulders; no reason to share more than absolutely necessary, it did little to assess the situation of the cafés true purpose.<br/><br/>“You mentioned your brother, is that how you came to work here?,” she inquired, attempting to maintain a casual air to her "interrogation."  It was much easier to garner information while deploying such meaningless platitudes after all.  Though it was likely this Akira didn't know much if it was indeed his first day, perhaps there was some tid-bit that might slip out in casual conversation; a name, a profession, a point of origin, something that would tie this place to Dr. Yameia more solidly then the faint but intangible familiarity of the dark suited man that had crossed the room.