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The Floating District was still FAR too overwhelming, but being there with two others made it a little more tolerable. Enough for a small smirk to play over Dezzie's face for a fraction of a second before returning to deadpan in response to Lorelei's quip, at least. "[color=CB3667]I feel like if anybody's going to get snatched here,[/color]" she gestured down at herself, "[color=CB3667]it's probably going to me. But if Mr. Friendly over here needs a chaperone, then so be--[/color]"

As soon as Barbatos let his hand drop onto Dezzie's shoulder her eyes shot wide and her whole body [i]twitched[/i] as her words dropped. Her brain stuttered to a stop. Words flew by her, in one ear, out the other. An electric warmth raced up and down her spine. It only lasted a moment, but to her it felt like hours before he patted her and led her towards Lorelei. Her synapses fired again and she snatched herself away and stumbled a few steps. Her hands were shaking, and her whole body was running with a subtle shiver.

As a desk jockey and professional asocial hermit for a decade now, she simply was not prepared for unexpected physical contact. And wearing these clothes instead of her usual starched suit or uniform really didn't help. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth.

"[color=CB3667]Barbatos,[/color]" she managed to spit with some degree of stability, "[color=CB3667]do [i][b]not[/b][/i] touch me.[/color]"

With a second and deeper breath she turned. Her narrowed eyes, expressing a vague discomfort, lingered against Barbatos' for longer than was strictly necessary. Then she devoted her attention to following Lorelei, and the moment was gone.

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As the three of them arrived at [i]7th Haven[/i] and climbed to the lounge, Dezzie wondered if perhaps [i]she[/i] was underdressed for once. As she sat there tooling away on her phone while waiting for Lorelei's contact after inputting the...mildly distasteful password, her eyes kept straying over to Lorelei. A question had been bubbling for a bit now, and she put her phone down into her lap and sighed, but before she could bring herself to ask what she wanted--how did Lorelei know her way around the Floating District so well, how much time had she spent here?--she was cut off by the contact they'd been waiting for. A blonde...human, she thought...? who seemed...off.

There was something clearly wrong with them. She couldn't tell what, but they were sick somehow. 

That line of thought, however, was cut off quite cleanly but what Lev called her. "[color=CB3667]Swingers? Really.[/color]"

She should've taken the suit. She definitely should've taken the suit. Or at least that one big white jacket with the turtleneck. Heaving a sigh, she stood from her plush seat and inclined her head at Lev.

"[color=CB3667]Desdemona Smirnova,[/color]" she bit out. "[color=CB3667][i]Not[/i] a swinger.[/color]"