[i][b]Somebody was, indeed, following the ex-criminal.[/b] She had long, waist-length, bright red hair, which was hard to miss in the sunlight. Warm, golden-bronze eyes, which attracted the attention of many passerby; eyes so rich and warm that they satisfy a certain kind of hunger—and it's not hunger for food—just by looking at them. She was around five foot six, and had a slim build. She wore her usual, black, skinny jeans that ended halfway between her ankles and her knees, and a sleeveless, red shirt. On her arms were two silver gauntlets, her MK. XI FireWork Gauntlets, to be precise. They were recently cleaned, and reflected the sunlight brightly. A sly grin was on the young woman's thin lips—she couldn't be older than twenty-two—and as she drew closer, that sly grin could become more obvious. She had a spray of freckles on the tip of her small, pointed nose, as well as on the earlobes of her small, round ears. She had shallow cheekbones, in addition to pale, synthetic skin, which consisted of kevlar, ceramic, and all other sorts of goodies her old skin didn't have. The sly grin left her face as she stopped by Works, and she crossed her arms, leaning on a nearby tree.[/i] "Whatcha up to?" [i]She asked, her voice warm and gentle.[/i]