Mike was not a party person, as expressed by the fact that he was toting around a small, easily concealed armory on himself while at one. He was, however, an excellent actor. He was putting those skills to use, schmoozing where it was necessary, making small comments on this talking point or that, sipping champaign, and all of it with a smile. In his outfit he was quite the handsome man, but it was not a memorable type of handsomness. Truly, aside from the blue flesh and red eyes, he was an easily forgettable person, his features, while attractive, were the norm for his race.
Despite not being a party person, he was truly enjoying his time with Ali. They weren't quite friends, but the platonic nature of their 'work place' relationship fit both of their life styles easily. He knew that, despite being on his arm and doing a marvelous job of feigning interest in him, she wasn't the least bit so. He had assumptions as to her leanings, but didn't truly concern himself with them. He was a man married to the mission. Romantic attachments only complicated the mission, muddied an agents mind with other concerns that Mike didn't need, nor wanted.
These thoughts were swimming around Mike's mind as he let the schmooze machine front he had in place do the light work. He had a knack for compartmentalizing his mind, he was paying attention to everything, but was leaving the information for a later perusal. Then a series of events pulled Mike fully back into the present, his mind fully engaged in the current time stream.
"His Majesty Xander Blackmoore, King of the Indupar Crown Worlds, and Lady Sitara Qin." The colour drained from Ali's face and she felt herself reaching for Mikaal's forearm and gripping it tightly. "The Sith are here," Ali heard herself mutter. She turned away and pressed her back against a pillar, hiding herself from the woman in the red dress. "Tara..." Ali whispered, peeking out to glance down at the dark haired woman strolling confidently on the arm of the nobleman Ali knew to have ties to the Sith order. She hadn't seen Sitara, the woman, since Kashyyyk, and hadn't been sure she wanted to see her at all. A pleasant afternoon of beachfront lovemaking had turned into a nightmare of emotional manipulation and sexual control. Sitara's had used her ability to force herself into Ali's mind to effectively enslave her. Ali had followed the instructions her mistress had left in her flat, keeping everything about their relationship secret.
Small utterances, but Mike caught them all. He let his eyes scan over to the couple walking in, as everyone in the room was at the moment. As that, his gaze wouldn't be felt as out of the ordinary. The 'King' was a tall, well fit man, and he had a very attractive young woman on his arm. Mike took in the way they both were standing, where they were looking and who they went and spoke to in a matter of moments before turning to his partner. He caught several emotions going over her face, meaning there was more going on than a mission, though they now had targets.
Mike waited a moment for Ali Hadrix's eyes to meet his own, then he offered a genuine looking smile and raised an eyebrow.
"Trouble, my dear?" He asked, then looked down to the drink in her hand. "Is the champaign getting to your head so soon?" An agent like Ali would be able to parse out the meaning of his inquiry without Mike having to add any inflections to any words. He was simply asking if she was going to have trouble completing the mission. That was all that mattered to him, after all.
Xander Blackmoore Sitara Qin