[Plenty of Enforcers yes, though in truth he isn't one of them. Something else entirely, and if his name has been listed tonight rather than his make and number - Unit 68, because why use a humanising moniker for something that's barely human to begin with - it's only because the Qreshi nobility can get so...jumpy...on learning they have a potentially volatile weapon in their midst. But the markers of his inhumanity are more easily concealed beneath the smooth lines of his suit, the metal collar that punches down through flesh and muscle into bone hidden beneath the neatly-pressed clothes. Still. If she regards him closely enough there are still little tell-tale signs that he's not quite right-- the dark red gleam of his eyes, the too-sharp teeth, the uncanny fluidity of his movements.
Things she'll possibly discern as her eyes sweep over him, though if he has any concern for the way she looks at him it certainly doesn't show. There's only the subtle lift of his chin beneath her assessing gaze, a slight flash of those razorblade teeth as he bares them in a smile.
He doesn't get the joke. His mind just doesn't work that way.
He's standing just a little too close.]
Only checking your messages. Hahah. That's what they pay you for, is it?
[And he glances away for just a moment, out towards the milling bodies on the dance floor.]
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Things she'll possibly discern as her eyes sweep over him, though if he has any concern for the way she looks at him it certainly doesn't show. There's only the subtle lift of his chin beneath her assessing gaze, a slight flash of those razorblade teeth as he bares them in a smile.
He doesn't get the joke. His mind just doesn't work that way.
He's standing just a little too close.]
Only checking your messages. Hahah. That's what they pay you for, is it?
[And he glances away for just a moment, out towards the milling bodies on the dance floor.]
Some of these people have more money than sense.