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[color=007299]"If it is a him. Or a monster. Or a she "[/color] she ignores the compliment he layed. 
[color=007299]" I do enjoy tearing the mercenaries to bits"[/color] Her confidence slips back chuckling at the gory thoughts, a smile actually hitting her face before washing way as Jet drowns the rest of the vodka. She grumbles a profanity string again glaring at her vodka glass. She just wanted to forget the events of earlier that day.