[She's just finished posing for a photo, an uncomfortable expression on her face when she's greeted. He's tall, poised, speaking with a voice that would not be easily dismissed. Victoria's brows rise. Archangel Michael.]
Well you're very upfront.
[Her slight accent makes the 'w' sound like it was combined with a 'v'. She gives a smile, it's a little strained, the people around them watching and staring with no sense of privacy.]
Victoria Black. A pleasure. [A shutter goes off, a bright flash illuminating both their faces and she turns, settling a cold glare on the person responsible. The man with the camera goes a little pale and quickly leaves.]
I don't know about you but I really need some shade.
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Well you're very upfront.
[Her slight accent makes the 'w' sound like it was combined with a 'v'. She gives a smile, it's a little strained, the people around them watching and staring with no sense of privacy.]
Victoria Black. A pleasure. [A shutter goes off, a bright flash illuminating both their faces and she turns, settling a cold glare on the person responsible. The man with the camera goes a little pale and quickly leaves.]
I don't know about you but I really need some shade.