[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9e005d]Leandra Lovelace[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3o7aTpFglw46r5BfHi/giphy.gif[/img][hr]
[color=9e005d][b]Location:[/b][/color] New Rome - The Senate House
[color=9e005d][b]Skills: [/b][/color]Charisma, Bureaucracy[/center][hr][hr]
As soon as Nancy said the word 'mega', Leandra knew it was she who was being addressed. But she didn't look up right away, choosing to continue looking down at her book, scribbling away on the page in blue ink. She hadn't intended to start anything, meaning innocence was on her side. To look up immediately would be, to some degree, an admission of guilt, and thus, a relinquishment of power. So she waited, listening, but acting like she wasn't, until around the moment when Nancy mentioned the dying of demigods. Leandra raised her head at that point, partially because she deemed it a good place to come in, but also because it troubled her. The demigods were her people, and if there was anything she cared about more than herself, it was her people. Still, her worry wasn't enough to push her out of her manipulation mode. Her face morphed into an expression of guiltless confusion, her head ever-so-slightly tilted and her lips in a slightly parted pout that was so precise one might assume it was rehearsed. She used her pen to point to her chest, as if to ask [i]'do you mean me?'[/i] As Nancy finished up, Leandra shifted from confused to a stern, her pout turning to a tight frown. Her eyes flicked to Niah as the girl gave her a glare of warning, and Leandra had to work to keep her frown from turning into a smirk. Did the sweet little Oath Binder think an angry look from her would keep Leandra down? Because it wouldn't. That was an oath she was certain she could keep.

[color=9e005d]"Nancy Parker, how very unprofessional,"[/color] she said with the tone of voice a mother might use to chastise a child. Her hands delicately closed her book in her lap, and her thumb gliding over the top of her pen to click it, retracting the inky point back into darkness. [color=9e005d]"I do believe you are [i]the first[/i] praetor in all of history to use time during a senate meeting to slut-shame a senator,"[/color] her voice rose in pitch slightly, sounding almost as amused as she was annoyed as she went on. [color=9e005d]"And with the stereotyping too! Just because I am the daughter of a love god does not mean that I'm some romance-obsessed bimbo who goes around rating relationships. That's not how it works. After all, your father's the god of knowledge, and you don't know shit."[/color] She couldn't help but let a small smile creep up to her face as she finished speaking. So she hadn't been as restrained as she might've preferred, and her fellow senators appeared to remain neutral despite her words, but it felt good. She straightened up, letting her tense shoulders relax as her smile fell, her expression once again becoming serious. 

[color=9e005d]"I don't doubt that whatever you saw in your daydream was important, [i]Madame Praetor[/i],"[/color] she said, though, as was the case every other time she spoke the title, it seemed disingenuous, almost venomous. [color=9e005d]"But we can't just drop everything at the drop of a hat. If we allow these daily problems we deal with get away from us, then once we're all finished saving the world, we won't have a home to come back to."[/color] Once she finished, their bickering was interrupted by the shimmering image that appeared before the senate. An attractive pair appeared before them in the air like a magic Zoom meeting, a blonde girl and a ginger girl. Leandra raised her eyebrow in interest as they spoke. The development, while it would likely complicate paperwork, was interesting nonetheless. Something big must've been brewing to bring the two peoples together. The Greeks, from what she read and knew of them, were chaotic in nature. Even so, she saw no reason to burn a bridge before it was made. So, putting a pleasant smile on, she looked to the Iris Message.

[color=9e005d]"I'll make sure to get all the paperwork done and squared away,"[/color] she said, half to the two Greeks and half to Niah. [color=9e005d]"This is unorthodox to be certain, but we'll make do."[/color] Leandra opened her book back up, before looking back to the Greeks, adding as an afterthought, [color=9e005d]"Oh, and we'd appreciate it if you landed outside of our territory. Last time a Greek ship tried landing in New Rome it...didn't exactly end well."[/color]