"...There that little shit and her no-good father is. Arianna, I don't want you to...Are you even listening to me?" [i]Some feet away from the armored, dirtied soldier and young child was a pair that, funny enough, was identical in some manner, to be completely honest - it was the infamous Vileblood scumbag Irina and a young girl, probably seven or eight years old and bearing resemblances to the Vileblood. Both stood - or in Irina's case, leaned - against the opposite wall of Jason and MJ, as the elder of the two eyed the soldier and child carefully and eerily, as Irina was suspicious and paranoid as all hell about the man's arrival: even after she had provided him with Hovark's remains, she still didn't fully trust him just yet. [/i] [i]Clad in previously Grant's #68 New Californian Republic Ranger Combat Armor, the tan, tattered duster and bulletproof vest underneath were covered and stained with deep red blood, gore and grime, mud and dark liquid covering the Vileblood's dirty boots as if she had gone through a battle during World War ll. Her helmet was strapped tightly to her waist for future use, while it was just as disturbing-looking as her current outfit, dirt and mud covering the helmet and previously red eye-visor thingies. At her waist, her 45-70 firing revolver was strapped and loaded beside her pistol, "A Light Shining In Darkness" - both weapons that Grant had given to her as she was promoted to the rank of Ranger. Her semi-automatic 12 gauge shotgun, covered in dirt and gore, was strapped upon her back, while the sheath to her Rakuyo was beside it, it's brass decorations gleaming in the light of the ship. Irina's face was strikingly pale and serious, slightly covered in blood and sweat as if she had been having a rough day as well. Her piercing blue eyes were cold and serious, almost bloodshot, her light blonde hair tangled and messy, although it remained in a ponytail in it's typical fashion. Still, it was obvious that she was quite bothered still.[/i] "Mom, she looks really nice! And don't say that about people, that's mean..." [i]The little girl looked up at Irina, her supposed mother, with a look of concern and apparent dislike of what she had said, as she placed her hands upon her hips as if disappointed. She bore striking resemblances to the Vileblood: she was 4'5 and a half, while her body was hidden away by a dark grey long-sleeved shirt, a white hoodie wrapped around her thin waist while she wore a pair of blue shorts alongside a pair of muddy, grime-covered tennis shoes, although it was obvious that she had attempted to clean them earlier. Her facial features were cute and delicate, with smooth, pale white skin and a shark, angular facial structure, her eyes a beautiful light blue. Her hair was neat and light, blonde and tied back in a ponytail. She was practically a miniature Irina - but she was sweet and innocent, as she casted looks of love upon Jason and MJ. Hopefully, MJ could be a friend - that was, if her mother wouldn't complain about it.[/i] "Ugh. You know what, Arianna?" [i]Irina groaned, as she clearly seemed to not be in the mood for arguing against herself when she was a seven-year old child.[/i] "Go be friends with that girl, though I don't want to hear you scream and panic when that bastard tries shooting you. I'll be back, just gonna look at some stuff." [i]And so, Irina left the young girl, beginning to venture into Ry's ship and muttering about a place where she could clean off.[/i] [i]Arianna was only silent, before sighing - her mother didn't control her, and she would do what she wanted to do. Finding the courage for it, she began to walk towards MJ, eventually stopping in front of her and smiling a little.[/i] "Um...hi. I'm Arianna...I think your name is MJ?"