_{Opposition wasn’t present and nor would it ever be when it came to the blonde’s method of recognition. Despite having been terribly unfamiliar with this sort of company, Lutece welcomed it with ever so subtle gestures: a shut of the eyes, the easing of both limbs and fingers, so on, so forth. With these sort of responses the woman needed no verbal affirmation. Alexia had been astutely observational and held the dexterity of a feline when pertaining to body language… One could only assume that by this greeting, she had been easily able to ease or charm anyone that might have crossed her path.}

    _{Thankfully, Lutece had been one of those few. While eyelids fluttered themselves ajar in order to get one final visual of the woman’s plum hued frock as Alexia departed, the apples of the physicist’s face had been flourishing. With her face now ruddy, brows uncoil and any soft composure was tightened, long gone and far off. Of course, sentiments were still spurting  within her gut and were likely not to disappear any time soon. As long as she remained in mind, so did these tingles. Rosalind refused to let such effects obstruct her character though, which explained a rather callous expression riddling her freckled visage.}

    _{Alexia Ashford: the only woman whom induced collision regarding her sense of thought and principles had only now pressed her lips flush against her very flesh. Albeit it was only upon the apple of one of her cheeks, it meant more than one could ever fathom. Thoughts would spire and overrule any sort of performance that might have been expected from her.}

     _{Surely, it would make few wonder. For the only instance she had conducted herself in a resembling manner had been when she first began speaking with none other than her sibling, Robert.}