Miles to Midnight

[Reeves]

The fact she was going to smoke evoked a shallow frown for a fraction of a second before he just accepted that it would be the case. Rather than criticism for her choices in habits, he defaulted to politeness and something that vaguely resembled respect, proving a little too difficult to read. "Surprising, I was expecting a body double." It was obviously a joke to decrease the formality she seemed to lead with. "Please, just Morreti's enough." Having clarified this, he gestured for her to sit after having stood up himself and exchanging a handshake.

"What's on your mind, Belle?" This was obviously going to be his first question, but absolute directness might have still been quite surprising given the extremely mixed reputation he'd garnered over the years. A champion of the poor and a dreaded demagogue one and the same. Though in contrast to her choice of outfit, he'd remained in uniform, garbed in a flight suit of rugged making, mostly grey and beige in appearance besides the white and red star burned into either shoulder, it practically took the eyes captive.

The pristine manners and pleasant face only deterred the senses from picking up on the fact that she was being observed minutely, her every word subject to scrutiny.