Naomi was rather invested in her own self pity when the man of the hour seemed to be approaching, for the room thickened as though to watch her reaction to having become a caged wolf. The security guard was whispering something to a secretary about a fat chance or something or other. Naomi sighed, crossing her arms.
She had just decided she would resist the man when he approached and smiled at her. Naomi hesitated as he introduced himself- she had expected some busy-body, tight-lipped, gruff man intending on manhandling her into being a proper citizen. But this man was causal, and somehow, gentle. Naomi knew, in the past, she would have spoken of devouring him, but she felt a bit relieved to see how easy it would be to resign to him.
But people were watching, and she had a reputation. The moment of tender possibilities passed and she huffed a sigh, standing and tugging her shirt over her hips, failing to cover her naval fully. "Lead the way," she droned, ignoring the hand she so curiously wanted to investigate with her own.