[There's something deftly reassuring about the movement. The man looks just on the edge of familiar by his attire and bearing, but he seems to have settled into this place dreadfully well.
It lets her fingers rest relaxed on the table before her, spine unerringly straight but hands laced idly together without much nerve in them at all.]
Well met, my lord. Ophelia of Elsinore. [Which has gotten a few quizzical looks so far, prompting the almost unconscious addition:] In Denmark. [That had smoothed out expressions before, anyway.] Have you been here very long?
he's like the Phantom Menace to Fortinbras's New Hope, really
It lets her fingers rest relaxed on the table before her, spine unerringly straight but hands laced idly together without much nerve in them at all.]
Well met, my lord. Ophelia of Elsinore. [Which has gotten a few quizzical looks so far, prompting the almost unconscious addition:] In Denmark. [That had smoothed out expressions before, anyway.] Have you been here very long?