Intro!

[genial_umbrella]

She is under the rain, looking through the window - and is utterly curious at the scene. She had a few minutes to waste, before she went back to her mother's shop.

It takes her about 10 minutes to decide to enter the place, and when she does, she is a bit in awe. The decor, the perfectly plush woodwork and drapes, the fact that the place is

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[lets_rocket]

Andros is still hanging around the lobby, hoping for either someone he knows or contact from home, and he stands in surprise when the girl enters looking like she's just come in out of a storm. He hadn't noticed it raining. "Are you all right? You're soaked."

[genial_umbrella]

She looks up, and... long hair? That is so odd, and so unmatched to the air of the place... but is that an uniform?

"Oh, pardon," she smiles, a little, even if her feet are soaked. "I was just coming in for a moment, I can leave if it's not alright...."

She thinks he's security.

[lets_rocket]

Long striped hair, no less. ...which come to think of it, isn't even particularly normal among the other people from his planet. His typist just realized that. o_O

"No, it's fine. Um, here, I can find you a towel if you want, to dry off."

[genial_umbrella]

She smiles, a bit more. "I would like that. Merci beaucoup."

And wait until he gets in contact with French social codes. They are something else altogether. Fun times ahead.

[surgicallyyours]

Amber peers at her from behind the sofa, her darkly-lined eyes and the top her head visible. She says nothing, eying the newcomer curiously.

[genial_umbrella]

And Geneviève, not wanting to disturb a client of this plush hotel, simply nods to her, politely, if shyly.

She's still busy with her awe-filled observation of the place.

T: But by all means, feel free to poke her!

[surgicallyyours]

"What are you looking for?" Amber asks, still keeping her position.

[genial_umbrella]

She turns, and cuts the distance - because being loud in the lobby, with all this echo, is so unseemly.

"Oh, I was just admiring the hotel, Madame."

[alotofpink]

It's been a while since Elle's had a long, girly chat, and an even longer time since she's shared with another human her enthusiasm for the color pink. At the moment, it's the color of the sweatsuit she's dressed in, and she almost regrets her choice of attire as she approaches Genevieve. Not enough to go change, though.

"Omigod, I love your sweater!" she bubbles. "Wow, you can really pull off a light pink! It looks great with your skin tone."

[genial_umbrella]

"Oh, thank you!" She smiles, wide, and tugs on her dress, a little. "My mother made it, you see."

She looks at the sweat pants with interest. "So fashionable and daring, you are wearing pants!"

[alotofpink]

"Really? It's gorgeous!" Her eyes light up, and she gets in closer to examine the craftsmanship. "Wow. My mom never made my clothes."

That prompts a laugh. "It's just a sweatsuit. You caught me on my way to the gym."

[genial_umbrella]

The dress is rather ordinary, for the 60's, but it is well made, and there clearly was love in its confection. She blushes, at this, though.

"Oh... er...." She doesn't really know what to do. "The gym?"

Girls don't really go to the gym, in her time. That's for boys.