10-18-2015, 01:24 PM
As fate and luck would have it, Alexander Brandt had been headed out to the front desk when Ihsan Ghali had rolled up anyways. She was laying the charm thick and heavy on the officer who was receiving the public when he appeared. The officer called her a friend of his, but Alexander didn't recognize her and the tension to him gave that away. With a clearing of the throat, the officer at the front found somewhere else to be for a moment-- there had to be some files to shuffle somewhere.
Can I help you?
Ihsan smiled, and it was an expression that made it look like her teeth were made for tearing. Of course they weren't actually sharp, that would be silly, but she still gave the impression of somebody about to pounce and rip and tear.
It took some focus to understand her, for her accent was dense, but her words were forward and her English was spot-on, sentences grammatically correct and well structured under the Arabic shroud.
"No. I'm here to help you."
He recognized her before she'd even spoken up, she was pretty sure, but there was no doubting that she was the Ms. Ghali that called him about Kozlowski yesterday. You don't come across many Egyptian women in Denver, Colorado. She adjusted how she was standing, stayed leaned forward against the desk but now had both elbows on the counter, with her face cupped in the palms of her hands and fingertips resting at her temples. She was enjoying this, and gave the distinct impression of a cat who'd discovered a mouse hole.
"We could discuss this here, but I feel that you are not a man to shit where you eat. Perhaps you would take a pretty young woman to coffee instead?"
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Ms. Ghali @ 1:14PM
[Can I read your poker face? - Perception 2 + Empathy 1]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (4, 8, 9) ( success x 2 )
jamie @ 1:15PM
[poor alexander. 'NESSED.]
Can I help you?
Ihsan smiled, and it was an expression that made it look like her teeth were made for tearing. Of course they weren't actually sharp, that would be silly, but she still gave the impression of somebody about to pounce and rip and tear.
It took some focus to understand her, for her accent was dense, but her words were forward and her English was spot-on, sentences grammatically correct and well structured under the Arabic shroud.
"No. I'm here to help you."
He recognized her before she'd even spoken up, she was pretty sure, but there was no doubting that she was the Ms. Ghali that called him about Kozlowski yesterday. You don't come across many Egyptian women in Denver, Colorado. She adjusted how she was standing, stayed leaned forward against the desk but now had both elbows on the counter, with her face cupped in the palms of her hands and fingertips resting at her temples. She was enjoying this, and gave the distinct impression of a cat who'd discovered a mouse hole.
"We could discuss this here, but I feel that you are not a man to shit where you eat. Perhaps you would take a pretty young woman to coffee instead?"
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Ms. Ghali @ 1:14PM
[Can I read your poker face? - Perception 2 + Empathy 1]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (4, 8, 9) ( success x 2 )
jamie @ 1:15PM
[poor alexander. 'NESSED.]