[ She does indeed obligingly pause, obligingly look back. The thanks is — well, kind of unexpected. But it tugs a small lift into one corner of Ramir's mouth, and she offers a shrug. ]
It's Ramir. Ana Ramir, but — not Ana, just Ramir.
[ Just to make that clear. She didn't go giving herself a cool new name to get it said wrong.
From there, though, she gets a stupid, probably Anduin-inspired idea, and tugs that hand forward to kiss the back of Ainslie's knuckles. How princely of her, right? Her crooked smile grows to a crooked grin, then with a quick salute and a quicker be right back, she disappears through the suite door. ]
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It's Ramir. Ana Ramir, but — not Ana, just Ramir.
[ Just to make that clear. She didn't go giving herself a cool new name to get it said wrong.
From there, though, she gets a stupid, probably Anduin-inspired idea, and tugs that hand forward to kiss the back of Ainslie's knuckles. How princely of her, right? Her crooked smile grows to a crooked grin, then with a quick salute and a quicker be right back, she disappears through the suite door. ]