08-30-2013, 08:38 PM
This is when Gray's attention sharpens. Rasmussen flicks fingers across the map, the tall dark creature following with an avid eye as each target (Covens....Union Station....Everywhere) emerges and prickles at the quiet little recesses where ideas form in his mind. It isn't until Rasmussen mentions several other names or titles that his attention perks, or rather, clouds. That frown returns slight and internalized at the mention of 'Anarch'. A confusion both plain and distant. It is gone with a brief head shake, attention falling back to the map.
Samantha's entry does not receive any immediate recognition, as the young Brujah pours over the area of East Colfax, both as proximity to the train station and the surrounding neighbours in that area. He offers a vague huff, too unintelligible to be much of anything while Rasmussen finally pays the newly arrived her due.
He is leaning forward, hands spread and eyes regarding the slum quarter of his own corner when the Prince introduces the woman arrived. Claudia comes up, sparking another flicker of obvious unease to write itself on his features. He glances (eyes turning in his head, rather than his head turning full toward her) at Samantha, a frank once over to consider her state of dress and whatever judgments came quietly along with it.
He nods to her by way of greeting, recognizing the importance of the moment and Rasmussen's own interest, taking the time to hunt down a pen and a sheaf of paper or a napkin of some sort and begin scribbling a few small notes of his own.
Samantha's entry does not receive any immediate recognition, as the young Brujah pours over the area of East Colfax, both as proximity to the train station and the surrounding neighbours in that area. He offers a vague huff, too unintelligible to be much of anything while Rasmussen finally pays the newly arrived her due.
He is leaning forward, hands spread and eyes regarding the slum quarter of his own corner when the Prince introduces the woman arrived. Claudia comes up, sparking another flicker of obvious unease to write itself on his features. He glances (eyes turning in his head, rather than his head turning full toward her) at Samantha, a frank once over to consider her state of dress and whatever judgments came quietly along with it.
He nods to her by way of greeting, recognizing the importance of the moment and Rasmussen's own interest, taking the time to hunt down a pen and a sheaf of paper or a napkin of some sort and begin scribbling a few small notes of his own.