Stormclouds Gather

[Jayce]

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Yolande fought back the urge to retreat. Such a display of weakness was near-sure to provoke an even more vicious response. Without a doubt, she was a diplomat, ever-so-experienced regarding the intricacies of working with disparate human factions. Animals, though, that was another story. She thought hard, back to the times when Sauvanne had spent weeks attempting to break a prized riding beast. A near-perfect example of the species, stuffed with rippling musculature and equipped with rock-hard hooves. Every time the young woman had shown even an inkling of fear, the creature soon grew even more unruly, often chasing her around the corral. No, for certain, baring her proverbial throat would be the worst thing she could possibly do.

Redoubling her efforts, that same silky-smooth tone remained as she spoke once more. If mere touch failed to elicit the correct response, perhaps she'd simply dig deeper. Yolande needed to know what made this man tick, and quickly. "I'm honored. Bringing that many ships, solely to put on a display of martial prowess, et juste pour moi? Quite a gesture, even if my young daughter did not enjoy it." The heat emanating from her partner soon began to soak into Yolande's bones, serving to offset the dank air of the hangar bay. It was almost comforting. At least, it would be, were her prospective business associate not giving off the energy of a coiled viper, poised to strike at just the right provocation. "Even so, arriving with so many vessels reflects well on you. Preparedness is a virtue I most certainly appreciate, even require in those I intend to do business with. Far too often, men throw themselves at a problem with reckless abandon, heedless of the consequences of their actions."

An appeal to noble sensibilities, should the cyborg have any. A gentle reminder that despite her non-threatening posture, Yolande was perhaps not as weak as she seemed. An indication that she was here to negotiate, and an appeal to ego. Perhaps her ill-at-ease daughter and her outburst could play well into easing the simmering temper of this man. Again, the Corsican awaited a response, hoping the gentle probing would expand her opportunities for advancement.

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