09-07-2016, 08:54 AM
Oriena waited with lazy confidence as the first obstacle presented itself, gaze roaming the guards' faces with little short of apathy. For the briefest moment a spark lit her expression - at least when it seemed the first hint of conflict might kindle. Pretty lies coloured her tongue, but she had no need of them. Instead she only had need to drift after the fake White, though she did turn back, offering a wicked grin to the chastened guards. And a coy wink.
In the elevator she leaned back, arms folded, the flat of one foot resting on the wall. Jaxen seemed to know what he was doing, and Oriena was content to let him get on with it. Of electronics and infiltration, she knew little; her preferred methods were far less subtle. But she watched anyway, curious to witness the competencies of a different kind possessed by those fingers; then, pleased when he manipulated the system, and they began a smooth descent.
White walls greeted beyond the slide of the doors. More security, to whom she paid little mind. For now still content to follow White's lead.
In the elevator she leaned back, arms folded, the flat of one foot resting on the wall. Jaxen seemed to know what he was doing, and Oriena was content to let him get on with it. Of electronics and infiltration, she knew little; her preferred methods were far less subtle. But she watched anyway, curious to witness the competencies of a different kind possessed by those fingers; then, pleased when he manipulated the system, and they began a smooth descent.
White walls greeted beyond the slide of the doors. More security, to whom she paid little mind. For now still content to follow White's lead.
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