”Hi Marco, its nice meeting you!” The woman answered casually starting conversation with the handsome Hispanic.
”I’m Chloe.” The stranger’s hand reaches for a handshake, only now she was no stranger, she was Chloe the stranger, should Marco decide to shake her hand he will notice her skin and flesh are cold, as befitting her supposed nature.
Chloe falls into silent quietude as other figures seem to approach. She prefers to wait for their words before producing her own. It gave her time to fight against the lies of the reactive mind and just observe. There seems to be a prevalence of obnoxiously complicated etiquette…
”I guess I can say I was looking forward to meet you Seneschal.” Her tone seems to be empty and numb until one of the corners of her bee stung lips produces the briefest smile.
”I’m Chloe.” The hand is extended offering the Seneschal a chance to greet her. Apparently someone else had found words to better illustrate how the shadow was feeling. Honored. She allows a moment of silence to pass and for Marco and Katya to assume they both knew one another until she finally turns to Gabrielle and offers an awkward smile.
”It’s also an honor to meet you Gabrielle, I’m Chloe.” The deadpan was perfect, the joke was subtle.