[center][h2][color=FA8746]Valeria Nicole Alvarez-Knight[/color][/h2][/center][hr][right][sub][b]Interactions:[/b] [color=a0410d]Keandre[/color] [@Prosaic], 
[color=39b54a]Arlathil[/color] [@Venorik], 
[color=#98AFC7]Dawn[/color] and [color=#C3FDB8]Cordelia[/color] [@EchoicChamber]
[b]Mentions:[/b] [color=6ecff6]Isa[/color] [@VitoftheVoid] [/sub][/right][hr]
Valeria raised an amused eyebrow at the man claiming to be their superior, a [i]whatever you say[/i] smile accompanying the sudden gleam of mischief in her eye as she answered. [color=FA8746]“Aw, but we’re just [i]concerned, sir,[/i]”[/color] the last two words each had a slight mocking emphasis on them, enough to make it more than blatantly obvious being ‘cheeky’ as he’d accused her of being was not at all something she wished to cease doing. [color=FA8746]“Isn’t that right?”[/color] she directed the question at the wheat-blonde female who’d arrived just before her, rising her tea cup in salute with a wink of appreciation for the antics they’d just shared.

Still in a good mood, she didn’t even mind the guard’s reminder of her restriction on free time as much as she otherwise might. [color=FA8746]“Oh, I know about [i]those[/i], not to worry.”[/color] However, the smile she’d worn tightened, revealing she was displeased at…something. [color=FA8746]“Thanks anyway, uh, miss guard. You know, I have to admit, you knowing my name while I haven’t a clue who you are,”[/color] she looked around the room of strangers [color=FA8746]“who any of you are, as it happens…Well, it calls for [i]proper[/i] introductions,”[/color] she said the word proper as if it had managed to offend her in the past and she was still holding a grudge, though the hints of tension that had been present disappeared from her smile and demeanour, once again leaving her the picture of lazy contentment as she lounged there in the couch, sipping at the tea every once in a while.

[color=FA8746]“I’m Valeria Nicole. You’ve heard the guard call me by my last name, but I don’t personally care for the formality,”[/color] she shrugged, no intent whatsoever to stop the guard from doing so, though she did hope the people she was actually supposed to be working with would use her first name. Or a nickname, even. [color=FA8746]“So feel free to call me Val,”[/color] she offered brightly. A sip of tea later, Nicole directed a mild frown at the black-haired woman being called Isa by a pastel-dressed blonde. Had the former actually decided to be called by her [i]Rune[/i], of all things? She didn’t [i]want[/i] to be judgmental, but she found the idea kind of unsettling, frankly. Thankfully, she was distracted by the curly-creamy-blonde pastel-fanatic. [color=FA8746]“Oh, so you made the tea? Thanks,”[/color] the honest gratitude manifested in the flash of a grin aimed at the blonde.