07-04-2014, 05:21 PM
Camila didn’t have to wait too long before the American, flanked by an interesting entourage, made his way to the gate. As they approached, she looked from one of them to the next, assessing what she saw until Oakland spoke. She knew who he was, but she had to admit he seemed a bit taller up close than he had from a distance.
She recognized the woman with him as well. Estande's daughter looked rough around the edges; her shaved head and stern looks clashing with the casual femininity of the dress. For her part, Camila was dressed simply in form fitting jeans, an off white shirt and a light brown jacket, her hair left loose to fall over her shoulders. Her boots gave her a bit of height, but were sensible enough should she ever find herself in need to run.
A corner of her mouth rose as she looked at all present and smirked. “I’m Camila Muñoz, and I do, Mr. Oakland, but it’s not wise to do so out here. Perhaps somewhere more private will be more appropriate?”
One of the guards frowned and looked at her as if she had blatantly threatened Damien, but all he got in response was a cold look. “Tell your hounds not to be scared, I mean you no harm, and in any case I’m quite sure you can take care of yourself. I understand it was you that took care of Guitterez. I know something about a few friends of his you’d like to know.”
Edited by Camila, Jul 4 2014, 06:44 PM.
She recognized the woman with him as well. Estande's daughter looked rough around the edges; her shaved head and stern looks clashing with the casual femininity of the dress. For her part, Camila was dressed simply in form fitting jeans, an off white shirt and a light brown jacket, her hair left loose to fall over her shoulders. Her boots gave her a bit of height, but were sensible enough should she ever find herself in need to run.
A corner of her mouth rose as she looked at all present and smirked. “I’m Camila Muñoz, and I do, Mr. Oakland, but it’s not wise to do so out here. Perhaps somewhere more private will be more appropriate?”
One of the guards frowned and looked at her as if she had blatantly threatened Damien, but all he got in response was a cold look. “Tell your hounds not to be scared, I mean you no harm, and in any case I’m quite sure you can take care of yourself. I understand it was you that took care of Guitterez. I know something about a few friends of his you’d like to know.”
Edited by Camila, Jul 4 2014, 06:44 PM.