Eruraviel Lavinia
Eruraviel's ears twanged as if she were in a saturday morning cartoon with the chop coming fiercely down upon her head. They vibrated rapidly, twitching up and down spastically before slowly settling down in their standard, ourward facing position. She barely seemed to take note of the reprimand, settling down confidently at the table across from the congresswoman. Behind her confident bluster and her serene smile laid a vast well of experience and knowledge far outstripping that of any human.
The elf rested her chin upon her fist and grinned. This woman smelled of gunpower and power, and had a subtle guardedness to her which far outstripped that which one might expect from a typical career polititian. They were the eyes of a hunter, a killer, she could tell.
Eruraviel licked her lips, but restrained herself from digging deeper. She doubted the woman across the table would appriciate such an intrusion.
"On the contrary, that's my question, congresswoman." Her ears twitched, listening carefully for even the tiniest of microtells, listening to the whispers of the grasses and the bugs around them. "Columbia seems to be in crisis, and you're right in the thick of it all."