09-01-2013, 09:53 AM
Gray's attentions remain with the map and his own scribblings for the entirety of Samantha's diatribe and Rasmussen's resultant dictation. When the Prince eventually turns toward Gray, he has three napkins worth of scrawl and is bent at the waist, arms fetched against a portion of the map, in an effort to get a more ground eye view of East Colfax. His attention shifts upwards to regard Rasmussen, who delivers something like orders onto the table. Part orders, part offer. There is a quick flicker of something, an up down motion of eyes on the Elder before the young Brujah offers a tight nod and returns to his notes.
Rasmussen departs with stately abruptness leaving Gray to continue his scrawl for a moment more, before lifting off the table with a steady elevation. He seems to pull his attention, zooming outward with careful darting glances around the borders of Colfax, the information put somewhere in the back of his mind for later perusal. The notes are plucked up and tucked into a pocket and his jaw hinges off to one side, bristling his beard thickly in the release of tension. A moment or more of scrutiny and then he's turning to stare rather bluntly at the well dressed Samantha.
"What's a Ravnos?"
Rasmussen departs with stately abruptness leaving Gray to continue his scrawl for a moment more, before lifting off the table with a steady elevation. He seems to pull his attention, zooming outward with careful darting glances around the borders of Colfax, the information put somewhere in the back of his mind for later perusal. The notes are plucked up and tucked into a pocket and his jaw hinges off to one side, bristling his beard thickly in the release of tension. A moment or more of scrutiny and then he's turning to stare rather bluntly at the well dressed Samantha.
"What's a Ravnos?"