She comes, almost unnoticed... (intro)

[ds_mystique]

She's in the lobby, and the only thing that might draw attention to her is the sexy clickety click of her corporate heels. She's wearing a suit, carrying a suitcase, and her little thin glasses are rimmed lightly and elegantly - the perfect professional touch

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[goddamnbat]

Here's a corporate-looking type himself, though his shirt's a bit wrinkled, and he's -- well, rather tense, to say the least. But he pokes his head in at the sound of the bell and gives the new arrival a slow, measured look. "Hi."

[ds_mystique]

She'll return the look, eying him up and down twice - down, up, down, up.

He looks cute, but a bit on the dorky side.

"Hello." She opens her pocket mirror.

[goddamnbat]

"I take it you're new?" No, that measuring look still isn't going away. And you want dorky, Mystique? Wait til you meet Clark.

[ds_mystique]

She leans on the counter, sultry enough, looks at him from over her mirror, almost not his way, but still managing to give him a good look.

"Well, I am at the check in counter. That might suggest it, might it not?"

A bit of an arched eyebrow.

Yes, she's a bitch, Bruce. She's Mystique.

[heroweneed]

"Can I help you?" Harvey asks, squaring his shoulders and wiping the weariness from his face.

[ds_mystique]

"Good afternoon." She closes her mirror with an easy clip. A smile, professional. "Yes. I am waiting for the concierge."

[heroweneed]

"You'll be waiting a long time," Harvey answers sympathetically. "I haven't seen anyone who works here."

[ds_mystique]

"That says little for the quality of the service." She puts the mirror away.

"I suppose you're a guest?"