Porrim's surprised, but pleased, when Signless takes her hand, and in an uncommonly respectful gesture from a Capitolite to a Tribute, she covers his hand with her other one, noting that the two of them are sporting matching manicures. "Lovely," she murmurs, trying not to smile too widely and finding it difficult.
"It's true I've heard more about you these past few weeks than I know about myself," she admits with a little chuckle. "But how much of that is true, and how much of it is exaggerated--" She wants to say propaganda, but that would be unwise. "--I couldn't say." But he wants to hear about her, so she obliges him, letting his hand drop politely.
"Well--I'm an Escort, for Five. I was born here in the Capitol, I'm twenty-nine--" She hesitates. "I have a mother and a father, and a sister. According to Terezi and Karkat, my sister is...of a similar persuasion to myself." Porrim shrugs off the uncomfortable notion of dragging her baby sister into all this. "You might well imagine that my interest in your culture stems from a different place than that of my colleagues."
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"It's true I've heard more about you these past few weeks than I know about myself," she admits with a little chuckle. "But how much of that is true, and how much of it is exaggerated--" She wants to say propaganda, but that would be unwise. "--I couldn't say." But he wants to hear about her, so she obliges him, letting his hand drop politely.
"Well--I'm an Escort, for Five. I was born here in the Capitol, I'm twenty-nine--" She hesitates. "I have a mother and a father, and a sister. According to Terezi and Karkat, my sister is...of a similar persuasion to myself." Porrim shrugs off the uncomfortable notion of dragging her baby sister into all this. "You might well imagine that my interest in your culture stems from a different place than that of my colleagues."