[Well, at least they're on the level with respect to posture and vaguely disapproving expression. Hers could be more than vaguely disapproving if she wanted it to, but she's opting to go with minimum hostility to start with. She's been told she's mildly intimidating, anyway, but who cares? Not her. At all.]
[On the plus side, she hasn't been accidentally wedged into the more gothic side of her metaphysical wardrobe since she arrived here. She's just wearing black. Sensible black. What a sensible and ordinary woman she is. Goodness.]
[And hands are shaken. Her handshake is firm and decisive, but short, like she's got better things to do with her time, thanks.]
Susan Sto-Helit.
[Which is an absurd surname at this point. There are no Sto Plains here, and anyway, again: who cares? Not her.]
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[On the plus side, she hasn't been accidentally wedged into the more gothic side of her metaphysical wardrobe since she arrived here. She's just wearing black. Sensible black. What a sensible and ordinary woman she is. Goodness.]
[And hands are shaken. Her handshake is firm and decisive, but short, like she's got better things to do with her time, thanks.]
Susan Sto-Helit.
[Which is an absurd surname at this point. There are no Sto Plains here, and anyway, again: who cares? Not her.]
Well?