[b]Timeless[/b] [i]Dojo Courtyard[/i] "I think you dropped something." [i]You heard a woman's voice from behind you, which was surprising, for you hadn't sensed anyone around. 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. There was a timelessness about her that was uncanny: she had the air of an older, more mature woman, yet had the irrational look of a woman younger than she was. 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] Prismatic blue waves courses down the electromagnetic rails of the fearsome 20mm rifle, yet it was not odd for a Dojo member to walk around armed and armored. Her hand was outstretched, and in it was the item you had dropped. [/i] [spoiler]Open. You're obviously the person she's talking to. [/spoiler]