"You could've gotten yourself killed out there. That was a big risk, takin' on Silver and the Guards at once. You're luckier than you'd think." [i]A woman's voice was heard behind you, startling you slightly, for you hadn't realized that she was there. Her voice was soft, and it lilted slightly, yet still sounded youthful, with perhaps the lightest touch of a British accent. She sounded a little bit sultry, almost morose, for whatever reason. Her pale blue eyes reflected a bit of that sadness, yet there was a conflict of emotion going on there as well, a struggle of thoughts and morals. Other than those passing observations, the woman was striking. [url=http://imgur.com/a/fDM23]Short white hair[/url] accentuated an angular, heart-shaped face, with the barest hint of a smirk touching her lips. She didn't wear much clothing, admittedly, but there was a slim exoskeleton fitted over her light clothing. A massive sniper rifle was slung over her back, held in place by a bandoleer slung over her right shoulder, marked with the inscription [b]Galahad Industries.[/b][/i] "Of course, luck is one way to put it. I suppose it's the first time I've ever been a welcome sight in a [i]long[/i] while."