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Before he spoke, Carmen felt the man's eyes on her. Despite this, she didn't move until the words were out of his mouth. Shifting on the barstool to face him, she took another sweeping glance of his figure. She felt underdressed around him, with his long jacket, leather gloves, and shoes shined to perfection. His face was worn from a life longer than her own, and although he carried himself well, he had the scruff of someone who no longer bothered. She had to look down, but only slightly, to meet his amber eyes. His air was that of someone important, but she had no idea how much of it came from earned respect. The smell of tobacco clouding the air around him was finer than the cigarettes of the other patrons, to the point where it was almost pleasant. 

Done with her inspection, she smiled politely. [color=32CE50]"I s'pose so. Every other time my car breaks down is pretty often."[/color] She let out a small chuckle, though the fact that her car was dying was anything but funny. Her parents lived on the opposite end of the compound. [color=32CE50]"How 'bout you?"[/color] 

She thought for a moment. How rude of her, not to introduce herself! [color=32CE50]"I'm Carmen, by the way...er,"[/color] She wasn't really on the last name basis with this man, but she supposed it wouldn't do any harm. [color=32CE50]"Carmen Hange."[/color]