And one of the few, effective ways to shut her up without making her want to punch something afterwards, too.
Usually.
"Yes," she said, and maybe it was the grin, or maybe she was just gearing up for another character shift once they did go through those doors, but she almost, maybe, just a little tiny teeny bit sounded almost giddy about it.
Almost.
Once through the doors and inside the lobby and to the reception desk, the attitude she adopted wasn't too different from her usual confident stride like she practically owned the place, but with a more friendly, approachable vibe, easily returning the smile offered by the person at the deks as she leaned forward on it with folded arms.
"Ah, Mademoiselle St. Claire," he said, sounding pleased, followed by a statement and a question in French.
"Non," Rosa answered with a shrug, offering a response not perfectly smooth, but easily passable for a fluid fluency, whipping out her cards, passing them over, while the receptionist typed away at a computer for a moment and they made some idle chit-chat with at least a couple of passing glances over at Seivarden.
Which of course she did just to try to get her to sweat a little.
Once she was finished, though, she walked back over, flashing their keycards with a mild grin and a challenging lift of her chin. "Room first, or bar? Choose wisely."
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Usually.
"Yes," she said, and maybe it was the grin, or maybe she was just gearing up for another character shift once they did go through those doors, but she almost, maybe, just a little tiny teeny bit sounded almost giddy about it.
Almost.
Once through the doors and inside the lobby and to the reception desk, the attitude she adopted wasn't too different from her usual confident stride like she practically owned the place, but with a more friendly, approachable vibe, easily returning the smile offered by the person at the deks as she leaned forward on it with folded arms.
"Ah, Mademoiselle St. Claire," he said, sounding pleased, followed by a statement and a question in French.
"Non," Rosa answered with a shrug, offering a response not perfectly smooth, but easily passable for a fluid fluency, whipping out her cards, passing them over, while the receptionist typed away at a computer for a moment and they made some idle chit-chat with at least a couple of passing glances over at Seivarden.
Which of course she did just to try to get her to sweat a little.
Once she was finished, though, she walked back over, flashing their keycards with a mild grin and a challenging lift of her chin. "Room first, or bar? Choose wisely."