<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v50/BriarRose/RP%20Characters/Reel%20Peeples/4f7e8a87-1105-4493-97b9-3c029eb6890c_zps70265bce.jpg)</div>He had seen her, by which point it was too late to turn away. Kamala's resolve strengthened, putting a bit more sway in her hips as her steps lengthened, and she brought up her chin, pushing her shoulders back. She had to resist again the urge to cast a spell, knowing that she would be inviting trouble to do so in such a public space, and somehow managed to make it back to her starting point at the center of the lobby. His greeting reached her, a familiar combination of affectation and absurdity often adopted by confidence, and she found herself on solid ground. Whatever he was, he still looked and sounded human.<br/><br/>Once the unknown had a face and a voice, all of Kamala's indecision and anxiety melted away. She took the last dozen steps to reach the man who called himself Chan Sung Jung and accepted his hand with a smile to match his, "You're right on all counts, though I was hoping to tone down the blood and incense. I'm Kamala, and I would love to have a drink with you at the bar." She eyed the concierge, who was trying hard to catch a whiff of the conversation without looking like eavesdropping was the name of the game, and then transferred her hand to the crook of Chan's arm, gently pointing him in the direction of Temptation. Her voice came out a lightly accented purr as she leaned in and added, "We can compare notes on the city's...charms." The change in behavior seemed to work. Now seeing what she expected to see, the concierge had already lost interest, and Kamala loosened her grip on her new acquaintance, giving them both a little more breathing room.