[ It seems to be a coin toss on who recognizes the famous poet, but Vanessa has never minded when people had different interests. She's usually quite curious in learning what they like instead, but she doesn't think this man approached her to discuss favored interests.

To hear her first name come out of a veritable stranger's mouth draws a slight squint and an odd half-smile, considering him with a raised eyebrow while exhaling through pursed lips. ]

Vanessa already, and we are not yet acquainted...

[ Perhaps a misstep on his part, but she is forgiving of almost anything. It may be difficult to tell given the way she continues to analyze him, and how she begins to step closer with the slow stride of a predator in its element. The graveyard is as much her territory as anything else in the City by now and she's incredibly light-footed, so she knows where to step to keep from making noise.

Vanessa quite enjoys Heine, and so she's willing to give Badou more opportunities than most people... But she has yet to know if she will enjoy him as well. She'll enjoy herself as much as she can, regardless. ]

Something we are destined to remedy now that you've insisted upon an intimate friendship. Is that why you came here?