[ Marcus is dressed in his usual respectable angles and layers and textiles, where he seems very proper at a glance, an impression that doesn't hold up to closer study. There is wear at the elbows and cuffs of his jacket, visible repair at his shirt cuffs, scratches on his boots.
As for the impression that Benuta makes, it's hard to say. He acknowledges her by standing, politely, and opening his hand to where she might sit.
A glance to the dog. Elegant women offering him nicknames, and their massive canines. He steers his mind from Petrana, and says, ] Evening, [ very smoothly. (If the fellow she made her message with is what amounts to a good conversational partner for her, this encounter may be a brief one.) ]
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As for the impression that Benuta makes, it's hard to say. He acknowledges her by standing, politely, and opening his hand to where she might sit.
A glance to the dog. Elegant women offering him nicknames, and their massive canines. He steers his mind from Petrana, and says, ] Evening, [ very smoothly. (If the fellow she made her message with is what amounts to a good conversational partner for her, this encounter may be a brief one.) ]