"Thank you," she says to Mitchell, meeting his eyes with a reassuring little upwards quirk in her smile. She's perfectly cognizant of some of these undertones, but, well--
This has happened around her so many times, albeit not with vampires, it barely impacts her. She tolerates the perception of herself as property on occasion because it is so easy for her to slip the leash, which has led to more than one messy debacle. Besides, it doesn't strike her as anything more than preliminary side-eying at the moment.
"Mmhmm, Mitchell and I got here round the same time, just in the past two. I'm Hasibe." Her accent gets thick as honey on occasion, and this is one of those times. Those little South Carolina island towns tend to have their own kind of lasting impact. Hasibe leans forward--having the side effect of exposing most of her back, since the dress is cut that way, and thus also unveiling the Scheherazade lily and accompanying serpent on her back--to snag her drink, then resettles. "Will you join us?"
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This has happened around her so many times, albeit not with vampires, it barely impacts her. She tolerates the perception of herself as property on occasion because it is so easy for her to slip the leash, which has led to more than one messy debacle. Besides, it doesn't strike her as anything more than preliminary side-eying at the moment.
"Mmhmm, Mitchell and I got here round the same time, just in the past two. I'm Hasibe." Her accent gets thick as honey on occasion, and this is one of those times. Those little South Carolina island towns tend to have their own kind of lasting impact. Hasibe leans forward--having the side effect of exposing most of her back, since the dress is cut that way, and thus also unveiling the Scheherazade lily and accompanying serpent on her back--to snag her drink, then resettles. "Will you join us?"