The woman who walks out of the bar is older, her stance much less tentative or friendly than that of an 18-year-old that Ryan had previously met. She glances up at the sky, and smiles grimly. The sound of voices catches her attention, the fear in Le Chiffre's, particularly. She heads in that direction, sacrificing stealth for moving quickly. This time? She is wearing silver, a mesh covering her throat beneath the veil, and armbands that are an alloy of several hard metals meant to deflect knives or alien claws. No weapons made of it, however, not here...even tonight.
Sooraya spots Le Chiffre, and pauses to coolly assess the scene before she goes any closer. There's no one else in sight. Yet.
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Date: 2007-07-22 06:11 pm (UTC)is older, her stance much less tentative or friendly than that of an
18-year-old that Ryan had previously
met.
She glances up at the sky, and smiles grimly.
The sound of voices catches her attention, the fear in Le Chiffre's, particularly.
She heads in that direction, sacrificing stealth for moving quickly.
This time? She is wearing silver, a mesh covering her throat beneath the veil, and armbands that are an alloy of several hard metals meant to deflect knives or alien claws.
No weapons made of it, however, not here...even tonight.
Sooraya spots Le Chiffre, and pauses to coolly assess the scene before she goes any closer. There's no one else in sight.
Yet.