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Ah, now this gentleman was more her speed. [color=#cc00cc]"An absolute pleasure to meet you, Mister Violet. I am Madamoiselle Noire, and this gentleman has yet to introduce himself to me."[/color] Reaching up, the heiress would stroke the whiskers that jutted from the mask's nose, her black gloves almost invisible in the darkness of the night. [color=#cc00cc]"But yes, absolutely the..."[/color] She paused for a moment to make sure she had heard him right, before contining with a [color=#cc00cc]"cat's meow,"[/color] the amusement in her voice highly evident. The joke would be finished with a quiet little [color=#cc00cc]"purr,"[/color] and then the Frenchwoman would allow herself a small laugh. The man was odd, but she couldn't fault him for that. He was a bit of amusement and class, a welcome contrast to the one that had approached her previously.

Still, the mud on his shoes left her with one question. [color=#cc00cc]"Say then, where have you come from Mister Violet? Are you a local to Massachusetts or have you travelled some distance?"[/color] Her mind flicked back to the footsteps going into the woods she had ignored, and then the dirt on the mans shoes. She was no experienced tracker, and her memory was hardly photographic enough to remember the exact shape of the footprints in the dirt, but when the equation was 2+?=5 and you were being presented with something that looked an awful lot like a three, it wasn't too hard to piece things together.