Re: All Together Now
Sharik craned her own neck slightly to try and catch a glimpse of the woman that Quinzella had been pointing out. "Really?!?" she asked with more than a hint of incredulity creeping into her dulcet timbre. The thin dilettante added with a touch of playfulness, "I think that I know her preferred lager..." There was a pause of perhaps a heartbeat, then she added rather nonchalantly, if much more seriously, "Interesting. I think that I have seen that woman. At the TAS accommodations earlier today." For it was more than coincidental, it seemed to Shar that this woman kept popping up.
Then Ikram burst into action. She glanced at Vonon, since of course, the ex-Marine was his contact and not hers. Sharik couldn't help but admire the man's bravado. It must be the Imperial Corps training, she mused mentally to herself, quite taken with his style. The thin fingers on an open palm were held out, a gesture for Vonon to lead on. "Time is a-wasting, apparently..." she noted with slight chuckle watching the quickly receding back of the Imperial Marine disappear into the crowd.
She couldn't help but notice one of the men that she was walking with. He was very handsome. And something about him was vaguely familiar. More than vaguely familiar. she decided. Or rather the intelligent personal assistant program on her sleek dataglove computer had decided that it seemed. Since it was linked to her datashades and her personal communicator, the local public subnet was easy to scour. But, more importantly (at least for someone like Sharik), it had an up-to-date gossip chain Who's Who database at its disposal. And the man's face, the Count Darrel Cromwell, was all over it the subsector feeds; the price of celebrity is seemed.
She licked her lips slightly. It was quite possible that they had met previously at on of her parties. Though that would have been almost a decade ago.
With her vargr guide's ample warning, weaving through the crowd was straight-forward. Hot on the heels of her furry friend, Sharik multi-tasked in the fast moving people train, trying to get her PDA to pull as much public data on Count Cromwell, while watching Vonon's six, assuming Quin was on her six, and keeping her eyes peeled for anything else unusual all while dodging traffic. It was almost as much fun as grav cycle racing through chicanes.
She almost bumped into Vonon as he abruptly stopped when Ikram did. But, Sharik was lucky to catch herself just in time (pretty much, it was only a tiny bump). She ran her right hand through her hair, while pushing her shades up onto the crown of her head. Following hot on the heels of Ikram's request, Sharik noted clearly with her chin held high, "Dame Kaagira-Mepede, and entourage, to call upon his Lordship, the Count Cromwell." She brushed an invisible speck of dirt from her smart leathers, a show of mock impatience. Then the dilettante with the dirty brown hair gave a slightly mischievous smile to Vonon and gently pushed him forward as Ikram was lead in, and as though entry was a foregone conclusion...