08-01-2013, 09:49 PM
[ Anyone wishing to make a Perception + Alertness roll at difficulty 9 can pick up on this interaction with a success. Those with Auspex can make the roll at difficulty 8. ]
Narcisa looks like she's about to answer much more plainly, casting double talk to the wind, a flare in her temper evident.
She even begins to.
"Don't start any fuck-" and then, Oliverio passed, and catches her gaze for a moment. It might seem, to most eyes, he's simply amused at the interaction playing out between the Sheriff and the outlander. Though he doesn't venture to look in Mercy's direction.
Except for when his finger goes up to his nose. His index touches its tip for just a moment, a gesture of understanding, before he continues out of the hall and toward the front entryway into Richthofen, bodyguard still in tow.
It halts the Malkavian, though it's really only Mercy who's close enough to notice it, all the others in their clutches and fancy-worded struggles, or otherwise paying attention to the presentations going on.
"I don't have time for this," Narcisa continues a moment later. "Just don't start any trouble," a thick Mexican accent bleeding more profusely into her speech at her frustration and the splitting-in-twain of her attention, and with that she breaks her gaze from the Gangrel's, ready to head off and attend to...
Something.
Narcisa looks like she's about to answer much more plainly, casting double talk to the wind, a flare in her temper evident.
She even begins to.
"Don't start any fuck-" and then, Oliverio passed, and catches her gaze for a moment. It might seem, to most eyes, he's simply amused at the interaction playing out between the Sheriff and the outlander. Though he doesn't venture to look in Mercy's direction.
Except for when his finger goes up to his nose. His index touches its tip for just a moment, a gesture of understanding, before he continues out of the hall and toward the front entryway into Richthofen, bodyguard still in tow.
It halts the Malkavian, though it's really only Mercy who's close enough to notice it, all the others in their clutches and fancy-worded struggles, or otherwise paying attention to the presentations going on.
"I don't have time for this," Narcisa continues a moment later. "Just don't start any trouble," a thick Mexican accent bleeding more profusely into her speech at her frustration and the splitting-in-twain of her attention, and with that she breaks her gaze from the Gangrel's, ready to head off and attend to...
Something.