[i]"Guess not..."[/i] [b]He says simply, placing the butt-end of the cigarette teetered his upper lip and lower metal jaw, lighting by snapping his fingers until a small flame sat on the tip of his right index finger. He let the flame linger over the combustible paper for a moment, a puff of smoke eventually escaping his mouth.[/b] [i]"So, I'll be upfront, as that is one of my greatest qualities... What is it you do around here? Fighting? Medical staffing? Or do you just really like sitting?"[/i] [b]He questions, an eyebrow raising as his attention drifts to the rim of her glasses...[/b]

"Eh," [i]The woman shrugged, her thick glasses reflecting the sunlight into Damien's eyes. The bridge of her glasses was duct taped together, obviously having been snapped before.[/i] "Entertainer," [i]She said after thinking for a moment.[/i] "Y'know, playing violin at feasts, and whatnot. What about you?" [i]She asked Damien.[/i]

[i]"Oooh. Well... It's sorta complicated..."[/i] [b]He rubs that back of his head with a sheepish smile and slight blush. He hadn't been anticipating a reflected question. Damien wasn't the best socialite... or at least, one to predict how a conversation would go.[/b] [i]"I guess that shortest answer would be part time Weapon and Medical Professor and part time Pirate... Second life kinda thing."[/i] [b]He shrugs and pulls a small card from a pocket in his camo pants, the surface electronic, showing an ID and picture of Damien.[/b] [i]"Well, I won't take up more of your time, but it was a pleasure, maître joueur de violon."[/i] [b]With a mock bow, Damien extends the card to Ao.[/b]

"Likewise," [i]Ao murmured, taking the card, unsure of how to respond. Use alchemy to make a card of her own? She grabbed a rock, and concentrated. The rock began to transmute, until it became a white card, with a picture of Ao, her contact information, and whatnot. She smiled, sweat dribbling down from her forehead from the effort, holding it out.[/i]