Letting out a slight chuckle, the figure crossed her arms again. "Better. Now...We've told you what we plan to do. Physical testing. Samples. Plenty of samples...And tests in various situational environments. Standard stuff. As for who I am? Well..."
She let out another laugh, then reaches up to the helmet. Two clips came undone, and with a slight hiss, the suit released the last dregs of pressure it had held against the outer environment. For a second, she paused, before lifting off the helmet and tucking it under her arm, flashing Bret an all-too familiar smile. The woman was almost completely identical to Vixen, right down to her smile. The only difference were her eyes- Deductive and calculating, her expression gave no sign of emotion past cocky confidence. "My designation would be V-Seventeen-Two-Five. You can call me Sev, everyone else does."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
