Throughout the seemingly unfriendly encounter with the locals, she sat motionless and silent behind her companion. Her only reaction to the potential risk of an immediate firefight was to clasp her arm tighter around Damien Morreti. The expression on her face was unreadable, mostly due to her helmet, but it was probably as calm as the rest of her body.
She took another silent look around as they entered the handmade clothing workshop and sweatshop before dismounting their hoverbike at his prompting. It was only when she removed her helmet that her face betrayed her excitement at the danger they had been in moments before and her steel blue eyes, otherwise aloof and cold, almost gleamed with excitement.
"That was very close, Mister Doe. At one point it looked like we were in for a difficult firefight."
Her deep voice did not give our any hints of concern - quite the opposite. Potentially dangerous situations did not seem to bother her in any significant way and if anything - she seemed to enjoy every moment of it.
She blinked long and slow, arching her back to relax her stiff muscles from sitting on the hoverbike and carefully adjusted her helmeted, slightly disheveled long black hair.
"Am I to understand that you are coming here to pick up your high class evening suit for our Manhattan trip or, if that ever happens, travel clothes for our visit to Erie?"
She settled her unbuttoned leather jacket on her shoulders and folded her hands loosely at her sides. She fixed him with her curious and slightly amused gaze.
