The face that was grinning at her as he extended a hand was the same face that was on the cover of the book, though this one wasn't made of marble and reminded her a great deal of a couple of the Shaw's....customers. Tina felt her stomach lurch but managed to stand up and maintain some bearing of posture even though she was being looked at like she was dinner. Or dessert.
"Lord Caesar..." she hoped she had at least a reasonable greeting. The language she was okay with. The customs, not so much.
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