[center][h1][color=662d91]Genevieve Alleron[/color][/h1]
[i]The Indo
Day one - Late afternoon[/i][/center]

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Hearing the more pronounced accent caught her ear, the woman suddenly becoming more than just the average bar-irritant. No wonder she was having difficulty placing it, English was such a brutish language at times and had a habit of mangling proper pronunciation in favor for its own. Genevieve felt the ever so slightest hint of a smile forming as it seemed she found the ever so rare fluent French-speaker, though it didn't show. Strangely fortuitous for both of them it seemed, enough that it gave her enough pause to be slightly wary about this Blaine Moore.

So caught up in her reverie that her guest was gone as soon as the words had left her lips, leaving her quite off-guard for once. Did she actually want her to stay and talk? It was rather nice to hear her mother-tongue… No, that was incorrect. Her mother taught her Korean, it was her father who gave her French. All the same it reminded her of wintry days by the fire with a warm mug of cocoa and learning grammar. It was a good feeling, one that managed to turn a smirk as she glanced over the still warm mug on the counter next to her. She hadn't thought of her parents in years, talked to them in even longer.

Harkin was on his way to collect the wayward drink when she held a hand up to stop him. [color=662d91]"You can put it on my tab, no need to waste it."[/color] Now that drew a curious look from the fanged bartender, him pausing in front of her as he regarded the significantly non-alcoholic beverage now sitting before her.

"It's a little less alcohol by volume than you usually go for, but I'm not going to dissuade you if you're paying for it." An economical vampire. As if there was any other kind.

Genevieve held him in place for a moment longer with a look that made it clear she had questions she was going to get answers to.

[color=662d91]"That woman, Blaine Moore… I can tell she's a regular, what can you tell me about her?"[/color] Information needed for purely professional reasons of course. She was in the business of keeping the peace between supernaturals and humans in this town, and the Indo seemed to draw a good number of them by dint of the ownership being quite friendly to them. Harkin's toothy grin flashed as he leaned against the counter, refilling her glass of scotch and shrugging as if to disarm the obvious question masked within the spoken one.

"She's regular enough and doesn't cause trouble… Or misunderstandings." She had that one coming, it was rather hard to get over those when dealing with their kind. "So I don't ask questions. Can tell you she's a carpenter. Decent one at that, if you're in the need for some woodwork. Here's a card with her business information on it, but that's all I got for you otherwise."

The card was laid on the counter in front of her, just the basics of what someone would need to contact her for a job. Genevieve had this feeling that there was something rather significant that the vampire was leaving out, but couldn't quite pin it down. This woman had a peculiarness about her, from her bearing to the way her eyes seemed unnaturally sharp. Having been so close to their blue depths, she felt almost like prey, a thought that sent a chill down her spine. Was she losing her edge? It had been a while now since she went on a proper hunt, especially if the Harkin episode didn't count. Damn. She really was the worst hunter.

On that note, she downed the last of both drinks and took a moment to get a sense of her balance and motor skills. Having nursed the scotch for a good bit, she didn't even feel a proper buzz, though it would still be incredibly irresponsible to get in the driver's seat. A good walk would probably do her some good, the autumn air was especially nice in the evening and home wasn't that far away. She had walked longer distances anyways… Though it was with gunfire inspiring her to keep going. Not going to have a lot of that in Salem, even if things felt rather strange lately.

Genevieve exited the Indo, taking a moment to double check on her car and making a mental note to walk back in the morning for it. At least she didn't work tomorrow. One foot in front of the other, she steadily made her way towards the street, turning on the sidewalk and heading home. Things had become quite interesting of late, and perhaps it was finally time to get that desk fixed...