[color=ed1c24][b][h3]Dmitri Pavlovich[/h3][/b][/color]
[@Shikaru][@xxrhoo]

[color=f7941d][i]I pointedly keep my eyes on Anya's, not blinking much, and not buying her story, though it made sense for her to have one. It'd be pretty hard to get by otherwise. I dig into my pocket, pulling out the scrap of paper I'd put their earlier, and hand it to Anya. It's a little wrinkled, but in mostly legible scrawl, Anya's name race and occupation adorn one side, while her address adorns the other. I speak softly in lightly accented English.[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24]"I'm not here to see your Uncle, Anya. May I come in or is this a bad time?"[/color]

[color=f7941d][i]I keep my hands by my sides, and open, after handing Anya the note, though my fingers twitch reflexively at the nearly blatantly concealed weapon behind her back. If I didn't need err help, and if I didn't know she is a vampire, then I might have tried to disarm her out of habit and for my own peace of mind. As things stand, I try to ignore the obvious threat and pretend that Anya's just a little girl, for the neighbor's sake if nothing else. I did wonder how her friend would react when I took my coat off inside, and he or she got a look at a holstered, but shiny new PP-2000. I was pretty sure, a firearm wouldn't be a huge threat to Anya, so she wouldn't mind it much. But it would be rather awkward if her friend freaked out... oh well, I'd burn that bridge when I got to it. I did take a moment to slowly pull my skull cap off my head, revealing very short blonde hair. My face was clean shaven, my eyes ice blue, my face and hands scarred, but not quite marred by my rough life to date. I bore the aura of a killer, and in fact had the scent of blood on me, as I hadn't noticed some of the inspector's blood staining my coat and drab olive boots. For all that, I was not in anyway projecting threat or harm towards Anya or her friend, I just needed to know if Anya could help me do a job.[/i][/color]