Continued from here: Heaven
Claire nods and her smile perhaps brightens a notch at the recognition of her haute couture angelic raiment. "No, we haven't, but I've heard your name. It is rather pleasant to finally put it to a face. Claire Tunt," she says, indicating her self with a gentle motion of her left hand as her right hand extends in greeting. "A pleasure."
"I've just arrived in town recently, actually, from New York. I am a member of your flock, shall we say, Priscus. Please do let me know if there is any clan business I should be aware of."
"But that aside, if you'd permit, what influenced what you're wearing? Or is it who?" she inquires, showing a sincere interest behind her words rather than forced, rote pleasantry.