Her lips twisted in a form of displeasure at seeing Galen Connor standing on the other side of the doorway. Of all of the distasteful people they could have picked, in her mind they had scrapped the bottom of the barrel and come up short, so they turned the barrel over and combed through the mud underneath. He was a brawler, unpolished, rude, and like a splinter you couldn't pull out from underneath a fingernail. She would have much rather worn a cheap and gaudy piece of jewelry rather than have<em>him</em>be the one to be embarking on the Senate's little plan for the potential Collettiva.<br/><br/>Turning her eyes abruptly from him so she wouldn't have to view him further, she turned her body and almost slid along the wall to get by him. At least this time it wasn't because of her stature compared to his own, it was more to allow her bags to go by him in the narrow hallway. Lifting her chin she put on her best sarcastic smile. "Well.. If it isn't little Galen." her tone was mocking, as always.<br/><br/>"I see they really hard up for help these days aren't they." stepping past him she dropped her bags. "Could you make sure these get out of the hallway for me please? I must go and speak with my father." she was using her better judgment on this. There was no way they would pick someone of Galen's bloodline status to help with opening a new Colletiva. He had to have been here to simply help with the comfort of the place, even if it was a dive. She wondered if he had been the one to pick it. The thought drew a soft giggle from her throat.<br/><br/>Pulling her wool coat from her bare shoulders, she draped it over one arm. "Just how is Nobildonna Demetrina these days?" her thin, dark eyebrows listing onto her forehead as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. "Still treating you better than you deserve I see.." she looked him up and down, observing the clothing, smelling of the cologne. Not waiting for a reply, she snorts and turns before walking through the building in search of her father.