Mika consciously tugged at the dress given to her by the Kingsmen and knew there was a chance she was going to mess this up. Once the door opened, she got into character, slipping into a French accent.
"Oh, I’m sorry. I was told the gala was tonight?"
Her tone was innocent enough. To play up the character, she gave the woman a smile as she shuffled a bit, bugging the front door with a small tap of her foot.
“I'm afraid you were INCORRECTLY informed.” Her immediate reaction is to shut the door, to slam the wooden plank into the woman’s face. But Valentine would’ve been disappointed. He was a people pleaser, liked to make them feel comfortable. So Gazelle forces a tight-lipped smile, tilting her head a bit as she steps back, the metallic clang of her prosthetics a soft echo on the hard floors.. “Will you need to wait for a ride?”
