Snippet #1257671

Aurélie barely managed to hold in a yelp of alarm when the man- Evan, was it? - appeared at her elbow to put in his two cents. She hadn't noticed the door opening again. As he sauntered off looking rather pleased with himself, she stared after him, still rather unsettled. There was just something about him that wasn't quite right...

“Does that man bother you like he bothers me?” Aurélie muttered, half to the other woman and half to herself. It seemed she had looked out at just the right moment, for another woman soon swept into the room, looking rather important in an even more elaborate dress -this time of red velvet- and with gold in her hair. Aurélie found the egalitarian part of herself mildly disgusted in the face of such opulence, not to mention disgusted at the little pang of jealousy it also evoked in her.

She turned away from this woman to notice the Russian man had also finished changing. When she caught his eye, she gave him a timid little smile of greeting. He was from the roughly same time as her, she figured, from the uniform he had been wearing and the weapons he had been carrying...