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morpheuss (morpheuss) wrote in missionreports,

That internal sensation, instinct relaying to her that someone entered the room, wasn't shrugged off, but simply ignored as people came and went through the various rooms the supers of Ghost Corp had access to. Some working like a revolving door in constant motion. They could just be checking the room for activity with the thought of stepping back out as quickly as they had entered the room. Something Annavieve would not mind at all.

Men and their fascination with four wheeled mechanical toys. The unspoken words fluttered through her thoughts after Gabriel verbally announced his presence with an amusing reference to the movie that played on the big screen. Slightly irritated, though she managed to restrict that emotion from being revealed upon her features, Annavieve slowly let her long, shapely limbs fold over the edge of the seat as she shifted to sit up.

Men always seem to want more then they can competently handle. She signed as dark eyes swept toward the other supers direction. It was a snide, sarcastic remark, but she neither cared or worried about how her words might be received. And then there was the fact that not many housed within the confines of Ghost Corp understood the words her hands spoke. Sign Language definitely was not the universal language of the house.