Eric looks the girl up and down once-over, rubbing his nose with a gloved finger.
"Eric Drag. Shadow. You said Alder Prince? This city is Invictus ruled?"
He lowers his hands, sliding them in his pockets. His accent places his from New England. His blue eyes take a quick glance to gauge the distance between him and every other Kindred whose Beast he could feel.
"I'm new in town. Lookin' for work. Can we smoke in here?" he asks, pulling out a cigarette from a pack tucked in a pocket inside his coat. He fidgets with it almost anxiously.
Martha was astonished at this display of appalling manners. Wide eyed, she leaned on her cane and takes a silent moment to think.
The small lady hobbles closer to Eric and offers, in a confiding and gentle tone, clearly making an effort to protect the young man's ego and dignity; "Mr Drag...I offer you some sincere and friendly advice, as a fellow Shadow. You seem nervous and have no doubt travelled far; so I shall not be harsh upon your first errors. You may not smoke, sir. It wouldn't be safe. You will kindly address me as Herald and you will find it a great advantage to use a few more 'please' and 'thank you's' in your dialogue with me...your hands in your pockets may be viewed with dismay too...some might not be as lenient as I am at the moment! Mr Drag, you may wish to study this..." seeing he might need to fidget with something, she produces from her tunic jacket pocket a printout of a pdf streetmap of Sacramento on standard issue office paper and offers it gently to Eric with a smile while saying, "The Alder Prince values good manners most highly...as do I. It is an excellent habit to adopt now whilst you have the chance, sir!" a happy smile. Her words are intended to be good, gentle...almost light hearted, advice, not an overwhelming rebuke. A bright smile is offered again, "Now...what manner of work were you seeking, Mr Drag?"