[i]And guess who arrive- OH, FOR -blam!-'S SAKE. WHY IS SHE HERE? Ugh. Here we go. Clad in her typical clothing consisting of a dark longcoat, laced up boots, leather gloves and tricorne hat, Irina silently made her way to Quincy's bleeding body, towering over him at exactly six foot three inches tall. She had no weapons, other than a simple lightsaber hilt at her side. Smirking, she reached down and grabbed Quincy by the throat with her left hand, lifting him up into the air with surprising strength. [/i]