[ Hovering around Tonegawa isn't her style at these events; she lingers a few metres behind him, in an unrelated cluster of people or alone at the walls, and as he moves to speak to a Lion's Gate worker, only a snatch of speech makes its way to her, a glimpse of tense body language between them before a small crowd closes off her contact with them. She didn't need to survey Kaiji's exchange with her boss for long to confirm their relationship is not of a warm nature. Familiarity does not always equate with friendliness, she concludes.
In another sense, she, too, is familiar with him-- whether the opposite is true is unknown to her. All evening, Tonegawa has dropped hints at trouble with employees; at the office he freely uses her name. And Kaiji has an extensive record at Imperial Finance, both on paper and as idle gossip among the workers.
He's infamous. That alone doesn't determine her view of him than their brief conversations on the network-- and any long list of debts only places him objectively as a potential future assignment once this certain ban on lending has been lifted. Amongst her curiosity for what kind of person he is, all she can really put to his face is pity, for the way Tonegawa seemed to be gloating from afar.
Once her boss has moved on, Chane allows herself to drift away from the gaudily-suited men gathered near her and rest at the same wall, two metres down. Her gaze on him is soft and steady, measuring his stance, his expression. ]
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In another sense, she, too, is familiar with him-- whether the opposite is true is unknown to her. All evening, Tonegawa has dropped hints at trouble with employees; at the office he freely uses her name. And Kaiji has an extensive record at Imperial Finance, both on paper and as idle gossip among the workers.
He's infamous. That alone doesn't determine her view of him than their brief conversations on the network-- and any long list of debts only places him objectively as a potential future assignment once this certain ban on lending has been lifted. Amongst her curiosity for what kind of person he is, all she can really put to his face is pity, for the way Tonegawa seemed to be gloating from afar.
Once her boss has moved on, Chane allows herself to drift away from the gaudily-suited men gathered near her and rest at the same wall, two metres down. Her gaze on him is soft and steady, measuring his stance, his expression. ]