Name: Alexandra Thornedale
Attire: Backless white tank top, dark brown shorts, dark brown wedged sandals.
Location: Vincent Johnson's Floating Safehouse.
(June 14, 2038; Later afternoon)
A blush swept over Alex's cheeks when Vincent mentioned she should be added to his list of things he likes. She then smiled and began to play with her hair a little before finally flicking some of it over a shoulder. His flattery was definitely appreciated, not to mention liked. "Well I'm glad your Safehouse remained untouched and that you were able to take control of it without issue after being sent here," she said. "That was definitely lucky." She gave him another smile. "I, unfortunately, have nothing here. Everything of mine is on the outside. My parents saw to that." Frowning, she let out a tiny sigh. "Though now that I've met you, it's not so bad that I'm here in Miami," she admitted, blushing a bit more, her eyes averting to look at her lap. "I suppose you could say that was my own bit of luck coming into play there," she said with a smile.