10-18-2013, 03:36 PM
Claire was profoundly amused by Tony's reaction. One, she mentally pat herself on the back for timing the surprise jump out just right. Two, she was a little worried he might take her the wrong way. This was Moscow, after all, but even a Brooklyner might pull a gun.
One hip jut out, she smirked in time to point up at Jensen's building in the background. The bangles on her wrist slid down beneath the sleeve of her jacket. "I like to collect things,"
she rolled her eyes, correcting herself, "er, information really."
"And that was very valuable information."
She laughed and turned aside, gesturing that they were free to walk together, if he was into it.
"I take it you Rooskie don't know who that was,"
she shrugged, uninterested in teaching him anything he wasn't willing to ask for on his own. "And then I realized I forgot to introduce myself."
It was the sarcastically polite thing to do. Hefting her bag up one shoulder, she stuck out a hand. Her nails were painted a rich purple color. "Claire Novak."
One hip jut out, she smirked in time to point up at Jensen's building in the background. The bangles on her wrist slid down beneath the sleeve of her jacket. "I like to collect things,"
she rolled her eyes, correcting herself, "er, information really."
"And that was very valuable information."
She laughed and turned aside, gesturing that they were free to walk together, if he was into it.
"I take it you Rooskie don't know who that was,"
she shrugged, uninterested in teaching him anything he wasn't willing to ask for on his own. "And then I realized I forgot to introduce myself."
It was the sarcastically polite thing to do. Hefting her bag up one shoulder, she stuck out a hand. Her nails were painted a rich purple color. "Claire Novak."