[i]"What's a pretty girl like you doing around here...?"[/i] [b]A mechanical voice suddenly speaks up, a layer of humor and boredom to it.[/b] [b]In front of her very eyes, as if from thin air, a crouching figure uncloaks, dressed in a black suit of armor, poly fiber coating and a ceramic plating mesh underneath with an adamantium build. His helmet was a bulletproof glass interface with a constant feed and buzzing. At his sides were two folding blades, at his hips a sidearm and magnum. On his back was his most prized rail sniper with a custom scope. On his chest was a white insignia with words in the center scratched out. He held small bouncy ball in one hand, the other laying limp on his knee as he sat before her.[/b] [i]"Not many younger people around here from what I've seen so far..."[/i] [b]He chuckles and stands up at an impressive 6'3, revealing baggy black and red camo pants and heavy military boots.[/b] [b]With a tilt of his head, he let the ball drop and bounce back up into his hand.[/b]