Svetlana's hand lingered for just a moment after shaking Jennifer's gently; on this day as on every other, the Russian's skin was incredibly soft to the touch, owing to the early morning hours spent dedicated to carefully maintaining her outward appearance.<br/><br/>"A pleasure, Ms. Hill."  The business escort's hands folded loosely over her front as she offered what sympathy she could with her gaze and smile alone.  Before she could offer any actual thoughts along those lines, the attendants were there; the expression, she hoped, would suffice.<br/><br/>"Shall we?" she inquired of Jennifer with a light touch upon her upper arm and a questioning glance before turning to follow behind the brunette.