Post by Admin Account on Oct 1, 2008 22:40:41 GMT -5
OOC: Staged directly after "Starting Anew". REPLY TO ME, MICAH!!!!!111!!!1! *Shakes fist*
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Ursula left the Atlas, not looking back at the deep pair of brown eyes that she knew were watching her every step. She needed to focus now, focus on the job. She could see a wealthy-looking man outside of the Alliance ship now; she could only assume it was the captain. She adjusted the transparent shawl she had draped over her forearms, the small metal trinkets attached at the ends of it tinkling melodically as she did.
The Companion took in the appearance of her captain-to-be. He was a corpulent fellow, he didn't look as friendly as the poor folk on the Atlas. Speaking of the ship she'd left behind, she had the feeling that Ryan Hannigan was still watching her. It made her feel slightly naked, perhaps even guilty, for fraternizing with Alliance in front of him. She wished he would look away. He didn't need to see that.
"Hello," she said with a voice that sounded like velvet. Ursula offered the man her hand, being completely professional with him. "My name is Ursula Garvel. I wanted to know if you had an available shuttle on your craft?" She looked inquiringly at the ship and back into his eyes. There was no need to tell Oz what her profession was; her garb alone was enough to give it away. She would wait for his decline or acceptance before she started talking business. She would also have to see the shuttle, of course, but was sure it would be more than enough for what she needed.
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Ursula left the Atlas, not looking back at the deep pair of brown eyes that she knew were watching her every step. She needed to focus now, focus on the job. She could see a wealthy-looking man outside of the Alliance ship now; she could only assume it was the captain. She adjusted the transparent shawl she had draped over her forearms, the small metal trinkets attached at the ends of it tinkling melodically as she did.
The Companion took in the appearance of her captain-to-be. He was a corpulent fellow, he didn't look as friendly as the poor folk on the Atlas. Speaking of the ship she'd left behind, she had the feeling that Ryan Hannigan was still watching her. It made her feel slightly naked, perhaps even guilty, for fraternizing with Alliance in front of him. She wished he would look away. He didn't need to see that.
"Hello," she said with a voice that sounded like velvet. Ursula offered the man her hand, being completely professional with him. "My name is Ursula Garvel. I wanted to know if you had an available shuttle on your craft?" She looked inquiringly at the ship and back into his eyes. There was no need to tell Oz what her profession was; her garb alone was enough to give it away. She would wait for his decline or acceptance before she started talking business. She would also have to see the shuttle, of course, but was sure it would be more than enough for what she needed.