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As the cab came to a stop infront of towers, she couldn't help but be impressed with the archetectural feats that they were. Tall, elegent, and modern. The cab came to a stop; she and the driver got out and he helped her take her bags to into the door. She was glad she had the rest of her stuff sent up as soon as the plane had unloaded the night before. She thanked the driver and gave him a generous tip as he left.

As she entered, she inspected the lobbie. Most impressive.


"Hello?"

((ooc open to all))

Nastalia Nujun 17 years ago
She nodded and waited for him to exit first.
Jacob Moor 17 years ago
Picking up on her nonverbal cue to leave the elevator first, Jacob added it to the list of oddities about the artist. Most women would have exited first - the exceptions were paranoid individuals - either because they were used to having bodyguards or because they didn't trust strangers with their backs - or the newly emergent women's rights advocates. They would sometimes elect to take the rear to make their point. Ultimately, it didn't matter - some people insisted on traditional etiquette whether or not the recipient was made uncomfortable by the gesture. Someone who genuinely cared for the comfort of others, however, would make the necessary adaptations with grace and poise.

Stepping from the elevator, Jacob glanced each way. If she was used to a bodyguard, the gesture would comfort her - otherwise, it'd be an old man looking for the floor directions. Incidentally, that was the motion's true purpose. Heading toward the correct suite, Jacob glanced back.

"Well, here we are, here we are. If there is anything additional that you require in the evenings, feel free to call on me. Have a lovely stay."

((ooc: Jacob out pending response))
Nastalia Nujun 17 years ago
She mentaly smirked at his slight confused pause as she indicated that he go first. "Never present your back if you can," was a motto that any sane member of her "other" profession quickly adopted. Those who didn't ended up with a bullet or knife in it more often than those who did.

She followed him, watching the door numbers as they went, noting other non-residential rooms at the same time.


"Thank you for your assistance Jacob-san, and I'll keep that in mind. Have a pleasent night."

As he turned to leave, she opened the door and entered the room.Best look the room over, come up with a few ideas for it, then finish reading up about the towers.

((ooc: Nastalia out. Lock up please.))