Kali graces the good Doctor Perkins with a polite, mostly-professional smile. It's the kind of friendly expression that a woman who is wonderously unaware of her effect on men might have.
"Arnold, of course." She smiles and extends a hand in offering, her movements leaning toward demure. She's painting a picture for Perkins, and that picture includes one where he is in control of the situation. Men in control are likely to underestimate the women they're dealing with. That means none of the assertive, confident swagger she usually portrays. She's not quite cold but there's a bit of detachment beneath the demure visage, as if to hint the idea, if he were so inclined to believe so, of the Librarian by Day, Dominatrix by Night. Another cookie-cutter men's fantasy, exploited with a couple of touches around the edge of her personality.
"Joan Holloway. Lovely to make your acquaintance." Her grip, if she takes his hand, matches the demeanor. Professional and plient, with the slightest bit of steel in it.
"I'm very glad I could make contact with you. Yes, this item that I came across is, as far as I've been told, in Linear B. It's not a language I know unfortunately. I was wondering what you might be able to translate it, and what you could tell me about the ring itself."
She sets the satchel bad on the desk and slips her hand inside, coming out with the ZipLock bag. She seems apologetic as she hands it over in that. "This was how it came into my hands, and I wanted to give whoever takes the first real look at it to get it in the same condition I did."
"Arnold, of course." She smiles and extends a hand in offering, her movements leaning toward demure. She's painting a picture for Perkins, and that picture includes one where he is in control of the situation. Men in control are likely to underestimate the women they're dealing with. That means none of the assertive, confident swagger she usually portrays. She's not quite cold but there's a bit of detachment beneath the demure visage, as if to hint the idea, if he were so inclined to believe so, of the Librarian by Day, Dominatrix by Night. Another cookie-cutter men's fantasy, exploited with a couple of touches around the edge of her personality.
"Joan Holloway. Lovely to make your acquaintance." Her grip, if she takes his hand, matches the demeanor. Professional and plient, with the slightest bit of steel in it.
"I'm very glad I could make contact with you. Yes, this item that I came across is, as far as I've been told, in Linear B. It's not a language I know unfortunately. I was wondering what you might be able to translate it, and what you could tell me about the ring itself."
She sets the satchel bad on the desk and slips her hand inside, coming out with the ZipLock bag. She seems apologetic as she hands it over in that. "This was how it came into my hands, and I wanted to give whoever takes the first real look at it to get it in the same condition I did."
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."