[H1][Center]Jane[/Center][/H1]

The businesslike woman looked up as Jonathan sat down, her piercing gaze glancing over his magically procured face, then to his name tag. "Hello, [i]Jonathon."[/i] She says, almost suspicious of him. Her voice is low, and each sound meticulously and clearly spoken. "I'll get right to the point [i]Jonathon,[/i] I'm only here because my sister says I need to get out, and we need a man around. Do you think you can handle us, [u]Jonathan?"[/u]

Her eyes narrow and she leans forward on the table. Her hands fold in front of her and her fingers interlock, her steely gaze unwavering. She's come to seal the deal, and perhaps it was the lack of sweat that challenged her with his lack of fear!