[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]

“No, no lawyers, I just bring you in. Judge takes care of the rest.” Paige said using her regular line as she smirked a little at the thought of Friday night and how accustomed she was to her profession being the first subject anyone brought up in conversation, [i]even people that didn’t know her[/i]. The words rolled off her tongue without a thought. As she listened to Marinalia speak however, she quickly picked up on the younger blonde’s attempts at measuring the tone of her English accent towards her at somewhere between Kim Cattrall and the GPS in her BMW like some sort of masking defense. To her credit though, the girl seemed to hold [i]some[/i] level of class for the time-being, unlike her sister, and didn’t seem to want any sort of confrontation. Conversely, she only presented an aura of wrecked nerves and some timid curiosity. “I’ve been called a lot worse,” Paige admitted thinking about the descriptions recalled. “And I usually shoot pretty straight, literally and figuratively, so I guess that fits.”

She somewhat liked the [i]super-laser[/i] idea and being [i]intense[/i] was something for which she was often accused though not for trying. Being “complimented” on the natural fire of her gaze was nothing new to her. It was haunting, piercing and near physical in its contact; a natural talent that she was keenly aware of and used often. Even some of the hardest of criminals and degenerates, she discovered early on, crumbled under the weight of it. In some ways, she knew it made her unapproachable, but at the same time she loved the power behind it. Seeing the Romus sister in person interjected some lost humanity behind Bob’s file that she’d long since put away and had only been previously connected by Victoria. She knew people dealt with things in different ways and that Marinalia was clearly [i]not[/i] over it. Oftentimes in the past, many of the women she helped, both as friends and in her job, liked the idea of the swift hand of a [i]woman[/i] taking care of business, but she wasn’t going to bring it up unless the subject came naturally. 

Seeing the other woman approach didn’t bother Paige. She calmly returned to her own smoothie, at first noting the scanning glances that came from Xia as she spoke to Marlin, but then the Caribbean vibe she carried… It was a welcome surprise and the sound of her voice felt close to home. She listened carefully before Xia introduced herself.  

“It’s fine,” Paige said with a small wave. “No, we just sort of know each other through other people, but hadn’t ever actually met.” She continued. She’d been to Luna enough times that she thought she had seen her before, but only in passing. “I’m Paige,” She said slightly narrowing her glance in a somewhat playful study of the other woman, “And you’re from… Jamaica? Or Barbados maybe?” Being from Mid/South Florida, she had a pretty good measure of people from South America and the Caribbean and  travelled there several times. Some of her best friends and contacts back home were from Jamaica, Columbia, Belize and others in the south. She loved the culture and was genuinely curious about Xia. 

[@King Tai][@PrinceAlexus]