[ Aranea takes note of the whiplash, but she continues her onslaught of confused signals without pressing the breaks. She wonders if the girl will ever stop by, but it’s no skin off her back either way. ]
Mine’s Aranea. [ Uttering her name out loud in addition to the business card for pronunciation purposes, Aranea turns around, weight balanced on the tip of her heel. It isn’t a comfortable movement, but hey, it’s dramatic. The gesture is made for some sheer, maddening point. ]
Drop by sometime to collect your reward, Arlene. [ She sends a wink in her direction, before her movements signal a departure. ]
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Mine’s Aranea. [ Uttering her name out loud in addition to the business card for pronunciation purposes, Aranea turns around, weight balanced on the tip of her heel. It isn’t a comfortable movement, but hey, it’s dramatic. The gesture is made for some sheer, maddening point. ]
Drop by sometime to collect your reward, Arlene. [ She sends a wink in her direction, before her movements signal a departure. ]