@mutantism.
’my name is ruthe bagodan,,’ she declares, one knee crossing over the other. she wonders if he has heard of her -- she's certainly heard of him. mrs bagodan focuses upon the man across from her, giving him a scrutinizing gaze. she relents, relaxing back into the armchair. she isn’t here on legal business. well, maybe a little, but she’s not here to judge, simply to offer help. perhaps to seek a fair trade of assistance. ( if things go well. )
ruthe leans against the arm-rest with the entirety of her weight, cheek resting upon her hand. the limb blurs from vision entirely as she does this. angel had assured her that there was no need to hide her abilities or to tone them down in this environment, and she trusts in the woman’s words. ‘one of my girls got her hands on a leaflet of yours. i’ve heard some things about your people, and very few of them were nice. except when they came from my clients.’
a pause, a breath as she seems to thoughtfully consider her words. ‘i rarely trust what anyone has to say about mutants, except other mutants.’
