[i]"Oooh. Well... It's sorta complicated..."[/i] [b]He rubs that back of his head with a sheepish smile and slight blush. He hadn't been anticipating a reflected question. Damien wasn't the best socialite... or at least, one to predict how a conversation would go.[/b] [i]"I guess that shortest answer would be part time Weapon and Medical Professor and part time Pirate... Second life kinda thing."[/i] [b]He shrugs and pulls a small card from a pocket in his camo pants, the surface electronic, showing an ID and picture of Damien.[/b] [i]"Well, I won't take up more of your time, but it was a pleasure, maître joueur de violon."[/i] [b]With a mock bow, Damien extends the card to Ao.[/b]

"Likewise," [i]Ao murmured, taking the card, unsure of how to respond. Use alchemy to make a card of her own? She grabbed a rock, and concentrated. The rock began to transmute, until it became a white card, with a picture of Ao, her contact information, and whatnot. She smiled, sweat dribbling down from her forehead from the effort, holding it out.[/i]