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[color=32CE50]"Nice to meet ya, Mr. Durant."[/color] Carmen's grin came easily, her lips spreading without a hint of practiced perfection. She always tried to be kind around others. Not enough to leave a lasting impression to the point where they'd come to her for help, but enough to be able to go to them for help when she needed it. Perhaps it was cruel of her, but in the compound, she couldn't have others begging her for assistance.

When he held up his drink, Carmen felt the urge to take a sip from her own. She didn't though, deciding to sneak peeks of the patrons in the bar instead. Out of the corner of her gaze, she saw him set his glass down and promptly returned her focus to his withered face. She didn't really know what to talk to him about. Most people in the compounds asked for names first, then abilities second. She tried not to be one of them. Powers were nice and all, but she wasn't one to flaunt her talents. Then again, there wasn't much else to discuss...[color=32CE50]"So, your powers or your job must be mighty important if you're able to dress like that."[/color] She left it open-ended, not wanting to force him to talk.