Victoria looks shocked seeing the blade eyes flashing scared then ice cold and trying to hold her nerve rather unsteady as nothing to support her and reaching back to try and find the table edge so she can stand 

Very quietly to junks, accent going distinctly icey much like her fathers.

[i]"it's a laser etched. Conflict zones. Anyway how you gonna sell it.. You.. This.. 
Leave and il forget... Please... My grandmothers." [/i]

Her nerves where getting the better of her, despite all her fathers teaching and time she had spent with him at summers she did not have his icey bearing that endeavored calm in any situation however bad the storms or icey the season. 

In all the years she, s worn it she had never had this kinda trouble, jesus, her icey calm was cracking. Hoping fate would intervene she looked a second to see if anyone was near. 

 the diamond was originally from africa, a particular area and once prosperous now war torn, it predated the war by almost a century but had to have a laser serial code to separate it from its blood diamond kin. Diamonds where eternal.

[@Jaded]