[Being adaptable is a necessity in Nathan's eyes. That she doesn't protest is a good sign-- though she does look a little thrown. He doesn't acknowledge her when she introduces herself, he's absorbed by the CV he's pulled in front of him. The name is familiar enough that he arches a brow, but she's studied and she's worked previously, so his suspicion wanes. Now he's just curious.
He looks up at her, extending his hand finally for her to shake it.]
Nathan Summers. [She knows and he knows that she knows, but people seem to enjoy formalities. His shake is firm. No surprises there. His hand all but engulfs hers, lingering before he pulls it back toward him.]
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He looks up at her, extending his hand finally for her to shake it.]
Nathan Summers. [She knows and he knows that she knows, but people seem to enjoy formalities. His shake is firm. No surprises there. His hand all but engulfs hers, lingering before he pulls it back toward him.]
Is that your natural hair colour?