Owner	Pose
Richard Stadler	The jewlery store was in Midtown, and generally was a bit of a shot in the dark for Richard himself. Despite spending some time in New York, this was the first time he had seeked out a place like in the city, and it had taken... a number of reviews online and checking prices from a dozen different places before settling on this one. He did have another location that he would have trusted more for this particular assignment, but it was a longer bit of travel than he'd want for something like this. Besides, wasn't he supposed to put down roots here? It was the entire reason he had moved to the city, after all. He didn't like the wait, so far, a check of his watch showed he was already here 30 minutes without seeing anything beyond a brief 'We'll be with you shortly' and a few side glances from salespeople pointing out very expensive things to the type of people who normally were around Midtown. His dress didn't exactly scream money, but he though it at least said something professional. Another check of his watch, and a quick feel at his shirt to make sure the item was still there.
Minoke	Minoke walks into the store. Minoke is wearing a nondescrit green dress, her eyes are green, her hair is green, and even her skin is faintly green but maybe that's a trick of thet light. Are her eyes glowing? She hmmmms as she looks around, wandering to the cases, nodding slowly, muttering softly to herself in a strange language as her eyes are drawn to a platinum piece. She then glances at the man who seemed impatient as she heads over to him. "This place is so fascinating..." she muses happily.
Richard Stadler	Stadler does take note of the woman walking into the store, as do, most likely those salespersons. It doesn't look like she'll get help any time soon from them, given their level of attachment to their current prospects... and Rick is just a little bit concerned. Hair? Reletively normal; the youth liked to dress up. But the greenish tint on the skin? Maybe it could have been the recessed lights here. Maybe. But something seemed just a little off. Trouble wasn't something Rick was after here, but at least she didn't seem to be seeking it- what language was that? Dutch? There's a moment of hesitation, before Richard shrugs slightly to both internal and external questions. What the hell, she didn't look like she was going to rob the place. "I'm sure it is if you have the money for it. And the time, as it is." He notes, leaning over a bit to see the piece Minoke is looking at. "Oh, no, more money, then. Who can afford things like that without taking out a mortgage?"
Minoke	Minoke nods slowly. "I don't really have money. I'm looking into trying some freelance jewelry-making. I have a talent with metal, but I'm newly-arrived and have no currency." She sighs softly. "I just thought I could study some jewelry here - for if I get my hands on some precious metals I could do some creations.' She glances at you, her eyes immediately lookign to your object. "That's some good-quality gold there," she muses. "Along with a curious iron/chromium alloy." She shrugs. "Metal is... important to me." She extends a hand. "My name is Minoke."
Richard Stadler	"Freelance jewlery making? I suppose everyone has to have a hobby. Though that's more a sterotype for the southwest, right? Move to Arizona and sell topaz?" He says, smiling just a bit at his own joke. "But I can understand... student, then? Empire State does take quite a few forign students, though..." He notes, frowning a bit. "Though 'currency is an odd term, I suppose. Still, if you're looking to study some forms, I suppose it's either here or the Met." The situation... changes as she looks over his chest, and there's no reaction for a brief second. A lack of one as he scans over the woman and tries to determine his next move. The moment is gone, quickly enough, as he extends his own hand, taking Minoke's and pumping it firmly, twice, before letting go. "Richard. Where exactly are you from?"
Minoke	Minoke nods slowly. "I... don't remember." She sighs softly. "Not from around here. I'm from far FAR away... I know that..." She sighs softly. "But I don't know where from." She sighs softly. "I... was in an accident. It caused some memory loss." She shakes her head. "I do not believe the workers here care for our presence - they keep giving us looks that I can only register as 'disapproving'."
Richard Stadler	Stadler cocks his head a bit. "That's a rather odd origin to have. Esspecially combined with the fact that you don't have any currency. Are you..." He says, pausing for a moment. Was that polite? Not getting the answer was more a problem. All right. "Are you staying somewhere? Ahh... somewhere safe, I mean." He notes, eyes giving a quick scan over her form, before turning to look over to the salespeople. "Oh, they really dont, do they?" He notes, before shrugging. "Screw 'em. I've been waiting..." He says, quickly lifting his watch again. "...34 minutes, 23 seconds to be seen for a rather simple task. They can get security, or the police, but beyond that I'm a paying goddamn customer. "But this accident. Was this recent?"
Minoke	Minoke glances at you. "You already have a piece of jewelry. Does it need repair?" she asks softly. "And... I don't know how long ago it was - on my journey here I think - I woke up in Gotham City. I have a place to stay there. I'm tougher than I look..." She sighs softly, rubbing her forehead. "It was a decent walk here but seeing this new city is quite fascinating. A bit overwhelming at times, I suppose."
Richard Stadler	Richard Stadler pauses for a moment, before shaking his head. "Oh, no, just a bit of a touch up, some polish to keep it shiny and the like. I've someone I trust in Frederick for it, but it's a long drive for a small job and I really can't have it done again." The grimace on his face is fairly evident when she mentions staying in Gotham. "I certainly wouldn't call that place somewhere... safe, but, yes. I'll bet you're a lot more than you look. Certainly you could be good at cold reading, but I imagine that it's something else that allows you to scan metal." Another pause. "Well, as long as you're around Manhatten, you might as well at least experience the city itself before you head back to the loop. Not here, but if you head into Central Park West, there's a lovely East African place in Lincoln Square, 4 blocks west, 7 north. Certainly something you should visit before you leave. At least if you've got some room. When was the last time you ate?" Smooth segway into that question, wasn't it, Rick? Yeah.
Minoke	Minoke tilts her head, looking at you at the questions asked. "I am glad that you have someone to care for your jewelry item. I would not presume to ask to handle it. I am not used to workin with such small objects and would want to practice before proceeding." She then states, "I always heard that this Central Park is a lovely place. But... what is African?" she asks curiously. "And... eat? I... ummm..." She seems flustered by the question as she tries to say something but the words are a bit unintelligible - gibberish - then she covers her mouth with her hands. "S... sorry... that happened sometimes..." she whispers, looking very embarrased.
Richard Stadler	Richard nods. "No one's asking you to, certainly. It's something I really want someone I can trust to handle, even if it's a rather simple job. And... yes, it is. Generally a rather good bit of Wilderness, right in the city. The Brambles is always a good place to get away from it all, but I would think that's the least of my concerns at the moment. Africa is..." He says, before trailing off. "That's rather... a large... you don't know what 'eat' means, either? What about food?" Something simipler. "Do you consume biomass directly? Oh... what the hell. Solar? Chlorophyll?" He says, indicating her skin color. "You know there's a... very good Public Library here in the city."
Minoke	Minoke smiles faintly. "Electrictiy," she muses softly. "I... am not like you. It's complicated." She flinches at a rathre dirty glare from one of the shopkeeps and sighs. "We might as well go outside... they don't seem to like us." She starts to head outside." Chlorophyll? Isn't that a plant thing? She then blinks as she shimmers a moment and her skin is less green-looking and looks closer to human. "Right... so hard to keep everything straight..." she mutters.
Richard Stadler	Richard Stadler nods slightly. "Well, that much is certain. I'm used to peole not being like me. Though the range between similar and different is... rather extensive." He notes, before quickly looking again to the salespeople. "I suppose this is a lost cause, anyway. I've already run through a reasonable amount of time here, and I do have other plans today." He moves to step outside with her, before looking over her shimmering skin for just a moment, before moving to take her wrist. "Sorry, could you just lift this arm up for me, for a minute?" He asks. "And yes, used for photosynthesis. Plants, primarily, though bioengineering is all the rage, these days; normally embedded in the thylakoid membranes of chloroplasts." He notes, before removing his glasses, and cleaning them quickly, perching them back on his nose.
Minoke	Minoke nods slowly as she lifts the arm obligingly. She tilts her head curiously as she looks at you. Any attempt to take her pulse would fail - she doesn't seem to have one. And her arm feels VERY VERY HEAVY AND DENSE compared to a normal person. "Bio-engineering? No. Not bioengineering. Just engineering. There is nothing 'bio' about me. I am not..." She sighs softly, then whispers the word "organic". "What are the purpose of those lenses?" she asks softly, even as she is still wondering why you're holding her hand. She is trying to figure out if it's an attempt at a romantic gesture.
Richard Stadler	There's a brief moment, where, yes, indeed, he does attempt to take her pulse, feeling there with two fingers, and frowing. "Well, that certainly explains quite a bit of this..." He notes to the arm, pressing slightly on one of the muscles. "And I'm afraid then I'm not going to get much use, besides seeing how well engineering apes biology." he remarks, glasses getting closer to her arm held up. "So. Robotic, then- Oh." he says, leaning back and lightly tapping on the glasses. "A little hypermetropia. Far-sightedness. Good for some distance, but things get a bit blurry up close. That and, well. Age. Have you checked in with someone? I don't know who... well. I know in general there are people who can... work with robotics. But no one in particular. I... assume you're keeping off the grid?"
Minoke	Minoke blinks. "'Off the grid'?" she asks softly, mulling the phrase around. "I am not sure what you mean. Unless you mean 'I am not interested in being known to the government officials' or something - then yes. I do not have any form of identification, and cannot remember what planet I come from. It was a bad accident. My heart is even scorched from it." She sighs softly, shaking her head. "I am not sure where in this world could 'check up' on me - the technology I have seen is far inferior to my own."