<div class="floatright">(http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/2564/cepheus2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;">Sasha tries not to be rude, gently clearing his throat. "Ah...good day, ladies, gentleman?"<br/><br/>Pausing, he considers what to say next...and finds himself not really sure. This kind of situation wasn't quite what he was expecting. "It's...good to make your acquaintance. Cepheus Russkij, at your service...you mentioned escorting vaccines? Do you require any assistiance?"<br/><br/>Inside, he kicks himself at sounding so...stilted. And presumptous. And wishes his grandfather was here instead of himself. <em>He's know what to do...and Grama Mirage would keep him from thinking too much about the beautiful women...gah...</em><br/><br/>The flush on his cheeks might betray his thoughts to some degree.</span>