[Her head turns, eyes narrowed. Impetus is nearly ten years older than the woman who lives in this city, although it doesn't show in her face. Her looks have been a large part of her 'career' and she has never suffered the way Carla did -- a sorrow that etched itself into her eyes. Even with the baby, Impetus holds herself differently, she's self-contained, shoulders squared off rather than the loose and often aggressive way Carla presents.]
Pardon?
[As if she didn't hear. A sweet smell follows her words, subtle. It's a pheromone that she uses when she wants to hear the truth and she matches it with a coaxing tone.]
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Pardon?
[As if she didn't hear. A sweet smell follows her words, subtle. It's a pheromone that she uses when she wants to hear the truth and she matches it with a coaxing tone.]
Have we met?