[color=598527]The shifty movement of feet did not go unnoticed by the Nosferatu, her judging eyes skirting across the group every few seconds. At the moment, she considered it nothing more than rude impatience. The pale-skinned blonde's quick manner of speaking did no better to convince her that he wanted nothing more than to be exempt from the coterie. She wasn't going to enjoy forcing him to cooperate. Her zombie-like face flattened at him when she responded, similarly her tone was drawling and annoyed. [b][color=aba000]"You're implying you have good connections? How high up do your puppets go, ..."[/color][/b] Her face halts mid-speech, and mid-expression. She'd forgotten the first of formalities! Quickly rectifying this with a courteous dip of the head, she rumbles, [b][color=aba000]"My, I apologize. Shall I begin the introductions? Margarita da Muorto, the voice of the rats."[/color][/b] A crooked grin cracks her uncouth lips. Bowing courteously, but merely slightly to the group, she extends her arms outwards in a fluid, smooth motion to gather their attention. Her dilapidated shawl flows freely in the briny breeze. [b][color=aba000]"You're swift, and connected. Is this all, childe? And, do introduce yourself."[/color][/b] Her tone carried a slight twinge of taunting malice in it, and if [color=ed145b]Alexander[/color] was as attentive as he was rude it would be picked up by the golden haired man before her. She tilted her head to one side in question, black and matted hair falling slightly off her head to hang in the air. A few strands disgustingly released themselves from the coils on her head to float wistfully in his direction. Her eyes listfully drew themselves across the line, judging their faces. [b][color=aba000]"Worry not, the rest of you may chime in as you see fit."[/color][/b][/color]