Feni bent down and waved the open vial of salts gently under the girl's nose. She stood back up and smiled whenshe saw heer eye lids fluttering a little.
Looking to Hobbie, she grinned. "I actually think you should take it from here." She handed the grinning Bugbite the vial and left him to deal with the girl on the floor.
Feni's free hand came back up to her forehead as she wandered through the manor, wanting more than anything else to figure out where she was. Then she could go back and do some mingling. She had no idea where she was, and she had no idea who these other girls were. Confusion and ignorance seemed to be the theme of the day.
Feni sighed softly to herself and dropped her sandals to the floor, slipping her feet back into them. "Might as well make the best of this." As an afterthought, "I wonder if there is a phone so I can call in sick to work?"
"You're on a beautiful island, and you're worrying about work?" Feni jumped at the voice, spinning quickly on her flipflopped heel.
"Omigosh! The CorSec Cutie!" Good one, Fen. Real good. That's the way to impress him with your wit! She wrinkled her nose slightly and attempted a smile.
Corran smiled warmly, a faint blush touching his cheeks at this new nickname. His green eyes shining brightly, he stretched his hand out to her. "I'm Corran."
Feni took his hand as an afterthought and just held it, her mind completely devoid of any thought at all. Wow, this was a first for the opinionated telecommunications expert.
Corran's thumb moved over the back of her hand and he chuckled. "Nice to meet you too."
She shook her head, her mind clearning quickly. She moved her brown eyes up and down his trim figure, her thick lips stretching in an eager smile. She laughed sofly to herself when she realized that they really do look like Dreamsicles, the thought making her want an ice cream very badly. She'd been on a diet and felt she deserved one. "Fenig, but please, call me Feni."
"Feni. I like it. Very pretty." Corran bit his tongue before 'It doens't do you justice' slipped out. Lines like that were Janson's style, not his.
"Thank you. Sorry about the CorSec Cutie part." She bit her lower lip nervously, her stomach all of a sudden an Olympic Gymnast. Finally, her brain started working again as the new lightbulb was screwed back in. An idea! "I was about to do a little exploring. Would you care to join me?"
Continued in Part Sixteen