damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
As for Damia, there wasn't much for her to say. Nothing at all, really. Unless spoken to, or in the event someone outside of their merry band made a ruckus, she'd remain where she was, quiet as the rest of the security guards on her watch. With sharp eyes, she took in the number of them, noting their places, the lots they hovered around. How they acted, how they positioned themselves. They didn't know her (no surprise) and it would stay that way. The more she blended in, the better.
Simplifying her appearance had been, to say the least, troublesome. Although mostly known for her blonde hair, she'd worked to make herself, well, less attractive. Boring. No makeup, of which she seldom wore much of, no jewelry, nothing to indicate that beneath the brown, fringed wig, she was smug and sarcastic Damia Ravin. This role required blending into the background, not standing out.
She looked to Ari most briefly and reminded herself to tell the younger woman later that the nose was fucking ridiculous.