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[color=lightgray][i]Location: Delgato HQ[/i][/color][/CENTER]

Keyrs drew a mental breath of relief at the collection being the Sr. Delgato's, who cut a compelling figure. Her eyes then widened with interest and some low-key concern when he laid down the game plan for talking to Steffan about his failure. 

Just how did a crime boss such as this deal with failure in the family? It took Keyrs a split second to register he was talking about [i]such having occurred[/i] at the docks, and not that that's where the private chewing out was going to take place.

Her attention had shifted between the two as they spoke, and she was inwardly pleased when Steffan looked over to give a good-bye of sorts. She smiled in answer.

Hands still clasped behind her back, Keyrs then stepped towards Anthony at his motioning, unable to keep from narrowing her eyes slightly at his comment. [i]'You among them, I'm sure,'[/i] were her thoughts behind the expression, though it could've been mistaken for serious agreement. In any case, she quickly shifted to being a diplomat: "[color=#BF40BF]It can be so hard to find consistency.[/color]" It wasn't a false statement - and she did think Anthony sounded fair in his comment; getting on his good side was an honest pursuit as much as it was a necessary one.

"[color=#BF40BF]Oh, um-[/color]" having sat down, she was on the cusp of declining the wine, even raising her hand slightly in a dismissive gesture -after all, she had never touched the stuff before in life- but then, "[color=#BF40BF]-certainly. Thank you.[/color]"

Her mother had always described her one experience of drinking wine as having tasted like medicine, and, though disinterested -to put it mildly- in trying most any other kind of alcohol, Keyrs had a curiosity to try [b][i]it[/i][/b] ever since.