[color=gray][indent][right][h1][color=9d362f]Zeltzin Sandoval[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr][color=9d362f]Mentions:[/color] [@silvermist1116](Ophrenia), [@Punished GN](GM)  [color=9d362f]Location:[/color] Black Mining Co. Main Office[/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent][indent]The look on Zeltzin's face remained still as her eyes shifted over to the source of Callum's voice. Her eyes scanned over him briefly, taking in his classically-inspired visage and the contents of his hands. She listened as he introduced himself, silently discarding the theatrical aspects of the way in which he did so. Cogs began to work as he started asking questions, as one naturally would when confronted with such an accusation as they were presenting. In truth she supposed the charade was just so they could get an audience with someone who'd know something about Eleanor - but when Ophrenia [i]immediately[/i] dropped the act at the first sign of friction, Zeltzin's eyebrows rose in surprise. A part of her felt the need to facepalm, but she supposed it ultimately didn't matter - aside from their initial image seeming rather.. untrustworthy now. But perhaps that was inevitable.

Zeltzin rolled her eyes at Ophrenia's assertion, admittedly [i]slightly[/i] amused at it, and lifted her hand from the desk as she started to step alongside it towards Callum, pushing Ophrenia out of her way with her elbow slightly. She let her hands lift up slightly at her waist in a preemptively placating gesture as she moved closer to Callum - though not too close - so as to avoid talking through the lady at the desk. She made no move to hide her limp as she did so, and her face was no longer one stained-irate - instead it was replaced by her usual neutral-if-irascible countenance. She looked into Callum's face before she dipped her head in admission as she began to speak, her hands splaying out on either side in a concession-esque gesture. [color=9d362f]"Alright, yeah- like she said, the damage's fake."[/color] She began, lowering her hands to her side once again. [color=9d362f]"But we ain't tryna scam you, if that's what you're thinkin', Sr. Black."[/color]

The respectful designation wasn't usual for Zeltzin, but shows of respect, no matter how small, were often a good way to get things you wanted. She didn't know what kind of man Callum was - just that he was a member of the Black family - but maybe he'd appreciate it. [color=9d362f]"I apologize for the trickery - we, just, ah.. we wanted an audience with anybody who could enlighten us as to the current.. status of a member of your family."[/color] She stopped for a second, hesitation evident as her eyes shifted downwards. There was a pause before her gaze rose again, this time her eyes steeled in determination. [color=9d362f]"Where is Eleanor Black?"[/color]
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