Operator Nuriel
Meeting Room
March 8 - 3:47 PM
Blacksteel Worldwide Landship
Nuriel takes a deep, deep breath and brings the palm of her hands against her visage.Originally Posted by Jessica
"... deepest apologies for the outburst I... got a little bit too enthusiastic I think," the angel eventually mutters after a short silence. All signs of eagerness and confusion have vanished from her facial expression, and there was no more none of the goofiness which had characterized her interaction with others. All that was left was a cold, icy stare. not too far from the one a professional would have in most circumstances, like Grapevine for instance. It is as if Nuriel had hit some 'reset' button and purged all of the hysteria that had been running though her mind after... well, the revelation of the organization of the squads.
"The bar crawl can double as some sort of squad meeting of sorts from the look of it... and hmm... I will see you there then."Originally Posted by Asura
Nuriel's impresion She looked like the playful kind of squadmate, or a the very least, the kind that always was looking for something interesting to do. Sting gave off a vaguely similar vibe, so Nuriel had to wonder wherever these two would get along well or if their similar personalities would clash... well, the answer would present itself this coming evening.
Did that girl just call her clothes unfashionable or something? It's a gift to Nuriel from her mother!
And maybe 1 of the less than five clothes Nuriel has. Speaking of which, she should go pick up the stuff she put to wash from the Laundery Services. On her way to her private quarters, most likely.
Oh? It certainly looks like it. Nuriel has no idea hat this is about, but she follows nonetheless. Perhaps it was a package from Frostleaf? Or it could be something else... like a medical inquiry of sorts. Grapevine was indeed, from Nuriel's experience, a very thorough person...Originally Posted by Asura'
"How may I help? Is there anything you need of me?" she asks as she joins Grapevine out in the corridor, where she presumes she was called to for some more privacy. She will take the opportunity however to admit something that the doctor is probably curious about:
"... and if I may say so, I've taken this turn of events much more in stride than I should. The last time someone suggested that I instantly refused then ran out of the room in fear of breaking down in front of everyone. Showing some signs of hysteria and confusion might be... slightly better in comparison? I don't know."