Doctor Disharmony
Senior Member
"You better not have any plans for doing that, I swear to God......"
She grumbled, following him outside the transport. Selina's mind found it observing the position he had previously held, tall, leaning against the elevator doors. Something was off about him, she just couldn't quite put her finger on it. With his breathy laugh and deeply set eyes, he displayed a perplexing example of a peculiar type of person.
What were his motives?
What was he to gain from this?
There had to be SOMETHING. Otherwise, why would he be so casual about it?
“Are you alright?”
Selina chose to ignore his question, instead exiting that metal deathtrap the moment it opened. She couldn't help but wonder how he would really react when the entire situation developed further. Isaak seemed so....so.....not carefree, that was an incorrect term.
More like he was......
Well, accepting it.
It was still hard to believe she would now have to move her operations to Russia, of all places. How that would work out with her superiors was beyond her.
“I’ll pass to you.”
She vented a tiny sigh, looking over to the dark-haired registry officer. The female was giving Isaak a funny look, as though she was surprised but not surprised to see him.
"Selina. Selina Adare." Her name was repeated by the girl as she set it into her holographic files. Batting her eyelashes, she then turned to the Russian once more. With a smile, she entered his name as well as proceeded to recover two separate chips from the monitor itself. However, Selina caught a disgusted glance from the officer.
Great, even the officials at the register were against "mixed-relations". Not that she really cared, but Selina still found it obnoxious to be looked down as a commoner. In fact it made her furious. But she just swallowed her pride and kept a straight face as she was handed the small device. As she had practiced before, the girl then clipped it onto the back of her collar with a pained look in her eyes and the clenching of her jaws. With a tiny, significant beep, it latched onto the bands. The officer offered Isaak his, one of the exact same form, holding it out with her hand.
She grumbled, following him outside the transport. Selina's mind found it observing the position he had previously held, tall, leaning against the elevator doors. Something was off about him, she just couldn't quite put her finger on it. With his breathy laugh and deeply set eyes, he displayed a perplexing example of a peculiar type of person.
What were his motives?
What was he to gain from this?
There had to be SOMETHING. Otherwise, why would he be so casual about it?
“Are you alright?”
Selina chose to ignore his question, instead exiting that metal deathtrap the moment it opened. She couldn't help but wonder how he would really react when the entire situation developed further. Isaak seemed so....so.....not carefree, that was an incorrect term.
More like he was......
Well, accepting it.
It was still hard to believe she would now have to move her operations to Russia, of all places. How that would work out with her superiors was beyond her.
“I’ll pass to you.”
She vented a tiny sigh, looking over to the dark-haired registry officer. The female was giving Isaak a funny look, as though she was surprised but not surprised to see him.
"Selina. Selina Adare." Her name was repeated by the girl as she set it into her holographic files. Batting her eyelashes, she then turned to the Russian once more. With a smile, she entered his name as well as proceeded to recover two separate chips from the monitor itself. However, Selina caught a disgusted glance from the officer.
Great, even the officials at the register were against "mixed-relations". Not that she really cared, but Selina still found it obnoxious to be looked down as a commoner. In fact it made her furious. But she just swallowed her pride and kept a straight face as she was handed the small device. As she had practiced before, the girl then clipped it onto the back of her collar with a pained look in her eyes and the clenching of her jaws. With a tiny, significant beep, it latched onto the bands. The officer offered Isaak his, one of the exact same form, holding it out with her hand.