Owner	Pose
Alexis Carr	Alexis was expecting a meeting with Cassandra's legal guardian at some point. She wasn't expecting an invitation to Wayne Manor to meet with THE Bruce Wayne. And so began the careful balancing act of 'not too formal' and 'not too casual', where she was picked up in a Rolls Royce which absolutely surprised her, and driven from the Hyperloop station to Bristol Township. The car door was opened for her, and out steps the dimunitive Alexis Carr, a short, trim woman who walks with a dancer's grace. Her ears have little gold-and-emerald studs in them, complementing the reddish hue of her chestnut hair, braided and set with a pin to keep it in place. She wore a smart gray jacket and pencil skirt, stockings, and round toe pumps, just nice enough to be involved in a board meeting. She has two thick binders with her -- along with a small tote bag as she makes her appearance at Wayne Manor.     "Just breathe --" she breathes out "... it's not going to be like Xavier's." she mumbles.
Bruce Wayne	Bruce pauses a moment outside the entrance to the gallery to put on that 'public face' he has so finely honed over the years. Serious, cold eyes become warm and maybe a little vacant. The grim line of his mouth curves up into an 'I was just born lucky, I guess' smile. Even the moonlight pallor of his skin seems to take on a little more life. He's opted for a cord-knit sweater in navy blue and a pair of bone white slacks. His hair neatly combed, his jaw freshly shaved. A vague scent of spice and wood hanging in the air around him. He opens the door, looking down at the WayneTech smart phone in his hand. He pauses for a moment, staring intently at the screen. "Just a sec," he pleads, "I think I've got it. What's a five letter word with a 'u' in the fourth slot. Can't be 'vague'." He lets out a sigh, tucking the phone in his back pocket and strolling towards Alexis while extending a hand. "Hi, Bruce Wayne. And you must be Ms. Carr. Selina should be along in a minute. I didn't think you'd need Cassandra here?"
Selina Kyle	Wayne Manor has a high population density of dancers and savants. It's almost Juilliard and MIT rolled up into a ball. About the same level of hormones, ambition, and drama behind the scenes, but strangers don't get to know that. Selina brings the ambition and dance quotient up at least. A carved pin stabbed through her bun holds the whole carelessly graceful coiffure together.     "About. Focus. Cloud. Pious." Where does her mind travel these days? "Vogue, if you have the v, g, and u in place." The crisp, fearless solving of word puzzles runs ahead of her, following Bruce as he emerges.     She gets a good look at Alexis and those binders while emerging from the house. A manner of walking could be mirrored in those ridiculous California real estate shows, where cutthroat agents moonlighting as D-list model-actresses vamp for the camera.     "What a beautiful night for a drive. I'm not too late, am I?" The warmth retained after dark is agreeable, as is her tone. The Wayne hospitality requires certain roles to be played, and she thereby plays it. "Ms. Carr," she adds. "A pleasure. Selina Kyle."
Alexis Carr	Alexis gives a bright smile, her binders held in her left arm as she makes her way in. She smells of nectarines and vanilla, and as he asks her a question about a popular word game, she tilts her head back a moment and adds on "Gamut, argue, lotus?" thoughtfully, and the small Alexis is immediately taken for a moment, watching as Selina passes her, and she takes a nervous breath. "Ms. Kyle. Mr. Wayne, a pleasure to meet your acquaintence. No, no, I don't need Cassandra here unless you wanted to see some of the drills we've worked on." she gives a friendly, warm smile to the two. The performance was familiar; she was used to dealing with the Ultra Rich.     She was, after all, among the Old Money of Italy. It comes with the territory, even if she never cared for the game.     "I understand you wanted to discuss the lessons that we had been going over at Firemuse?"
Bruce Wayne	"I mostly just wanted to get to know you and understand the regimen, yes," Bruce says with a nod, tapping something into his phone before leaning over to whisper 'vogue' to Selina and putting it away once again, "Cassandra is a bit of a special case, which you know. But she enjoys the lessons, and I don't have any intention of trying to stop them if they raise my eyebrows. But go ahead."
Selina Kyle	Business talk being what it is, Selina moseys to Bruce's side and plays that role of arm candy. Arm candy without touching or limiting the use of either limb, a thoughtful choice on her part. She tips her head to the side a fraction, that imbalanced posture that she settles into ideal for suggesting that she might saunter off if the need comes. Alexis' use of drills gets the mild raise of her eyebrows, though she doesn't go far beyond that. "I'm not about to interrupt her Friday night to perform on my behalf," she adds, brimming with a low, throaty laugh that cannot quite wander free to make itself heard.     However much it wants to. Maybe victory in the word game appeals. "Has she learned how to vogue? It has promise. One of those retro things."
Alexis Carr	"Absolutely. Cassandra is an excellent if unorthodox student. She's much older than anyone in my beginner's classes, but she has a great willingness to learn and overcomes discourage and communication barriers with surprising ease." the dance teacher explains, and she opens the binders. There's pictures of Cassandra holding up pool noodles and even a couple of her smiling.     "We're tying movement to rhythm for now in dance class, she has all the talent and grace of a fully trained ballerina, and she has a lot of the positions already under command though ... working with matching movement to the music has proven somewhat a challenge, we've made great strides. She's an absolute pleasure to teach, and she wants to sucseed." she replies, and she takes up the other binder, and offers it to Bruce and Selina as she gives a smile.     "Ah, no, I'm afraid Vogue is not a common movement in the English school of ballet, ma'am." she replies to Selina, though she gives a smile. "Maybe when I start modern dance next spring, we'll bring in contemporary movement."
Bruce Wayne	Bruce chuckles lightly to himself, sounding every bit the genuine and good-natured man almost entirely out of touch with the world. Just how he wants to appear, in truth. "As long as she's enjoying herself and making strides, I'm happy for her to keep attending the lessons. I should ask, though, is there anything we can do to improve the experience for her? Anything you've noticed that she's missing that we could include." He pauses, stroking his chin thoughtfully before offering: "You know, I could send you and your class to see the Salle Le Peletier? Do you think they'd enjoy that?"
Selina Kyle	Two of them out of touch and out of stride, maybe the whole point. They're a shade older than strictly cool, watching the next generation come up fast on their heels.     Selina nods in quiet encouragement of the photographs put on display, giving them a thorough enough once over to actually appreciate what they contain. She's not the sort to gush over Cassandra's accomplishments. But she smiles.     "This is comprehensive. I'm sure she will excel given some time."
Alexis Carr	Alexis gives a smile.     "My own training in ballet encompassed much of my life. To find someone who moves so effortlessly but shows such a willingness to learn in spite of some... hiccoughs in learning is a rare treasure." she smiles, and then holds up the tote bag.     "However, she keeps on leaving her shoes at the studio and walking out in ballet slippers. I've brought her shoes back."
Bruce Wayne	"We'd been wondering where they were going," Bruce answers with a laugh, "That's appreciated." There's another look towards Selina, and then he's focusing his attention on Alexis once more. "If you think she's promising, do you think maybe private one-on-one tutoring could be in order? We'd like her to excel as best she can."
Selina Kyle	Selina keeps flipping through the different pictures as she pleases. They help direct her to some knowledge for Cassandra's position and pinpoint different aspects of dancing. Of course, she mostly looks a bit engrossed by attractive shots or details.     She smiles too. Then closing up the binder, she offers it to Bruce to review or back to Alexis.
Alexis Carr	"Well, she's already doing private-one-on-one at the studio. She's quite a bit older than my other introduction students. I would like to maybe have one joint session a month with her and the other beginners; just one to start to see if she can handle a rowdy crowd of gradeschoolers who will benefit from a technically advanced student to look up to, while she would have a class with other beginners. It's hard to determine how she would feel about such an instance though -- and I don't want to scare her off. I was hoping you may have some insight."     And she gives a small smile "As four touring Paris, although my sixteen six-to-nine-year-olds would probably love a trip to Paris... they don't have passports, most of them live with multi-generational households in small bedroom apartments and... dance is some of their safe spaces. I'm sure they would appreciate the gesture, and I know enough French to guide, but I couldn't take their parents away from their jobs for such a long time to see the opera."
Bruce Wayne	"Let me worry about that," Bruce says with a wave of a hand and a vague smile, "Call it a good deed for services rendered." That said, he slaps his thighs and rises up to his feet. "The secret, I think, is to take things slowly. Cassandra reads a language you don't even know you're speaking. Just be honest and forthright."