[ From a couple of metres behind Tonegawa, half-immersed in the throng of tall, dark-suited businessmen he had left to talk to him, she flashes Claire a look. The sheer strength of the apprehension in her eyes at this collision of worlds is unintentional, when, at this bar, the mood and the drink in her hand had managed to soften her defensive approach to him, to everyone.
Amongst the crowd Chane cannot hear what her boss is saying to him, nor does she actively listen to the conversation before her; studying the small crinkles in the joints of Tonegawa's suit, her gaze lowers, but does not leave the two completely. ]
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Amongst the crowd Chane cannot hear what her boss is saying to him, nor does she actively listen to the conversation before her; studying the small crinkles in the joints of Tonegawa's suit, her gaze lowers, but does not leave the two completely. ]