Vixen seems stymied, running over the list in her mind until Eva's raised voice cuts a swath in her train of thought. Almost instantly, she sent a lightning glare to...remind...Eva of the spirit of the evening, sending a similar, if somewhat lesser one, at Jeremy a moment later. "Well...it seems you've been busy, huh? Its surprising how few Junkers actually 'junk' anymore...breaks the simplicity of it if you ask me. I'll stick with finding stuff to haphazardly weld to my Salvager." she chuckles slightly. "Oh, how far we've come...everyone progresses so quickly, huh?"
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
