Morana smiled her best dazzling smile, perfected to make people melt, and grabbed the large mans wrist in return, not once flinching at his strong grasp.  Her grey eyes met his and she bowed her head elegantly.  "England via India, yes.  I have been there for some time now. The natives are...fascinating"  Her voice was cool and controlled, no sign of the curiosity within showing through.<br/><br/>As her eyes locked to his she flashed her smile again and attempted to slip her wrist from his grasp.  When Morana spoke, it was with all the manners of her training and title, but every word she said was a command rather than a request "Well then, I suppose I should meet this team you speak of, and after, you have a room for my things I presume, as I think more appropriate garb would be forthcoming."  Running her tongue gently across her lip she continued delicately. "Silk was not made for hunting.  It does so hold the blood stains"<br/><br/>((edited to remove glaring typo and grammatical error))