[i]The woman spun on her heels to face the Metallica fan, both eyes giving her a quick once-over, though her gaze did linger on those tight-fitting jeans for just a moment, before darting back up to look at those emerald eyes. She grinned widely, a soft chuckle coming from the faceless helmet as she shook her head.[/i] "Nah, nah, nah... I've been havin' a wond'rful day, on the fuсkin' contrary. Like, yeah, man... nothing better than getting hit in the face by shrapnel, eh? Fuсks sake, 'least it got rid of my headache." [i]She slid on over to who I assume to be Athena, likely standing a few inches taller than her at about six feet and two inches tall, though her helmet and her combat boots threw her exact size off... She placed herself by the wall next to the redhead, back resting against it, her hands remaining in her pockets while she threw her head back, sighing deeply. After a few moments, she looked at the green-eyed lady, who'd notice something for sure... Through the gaping hole in the front of the edgelord's helm, she caught a glimpse of a deep golden eye, the iris coloured so very vibrantly, which was strange... considering that it had been filled with metal only a few minutes ago. Seemed she could heal rather quickly. Regardless, Athena also got a hint at the brash woman's hair colour, since her eyebrow was coloured a fiery red not too dissimilar from her own. Seemed they were both redheads.[/i] "Yo, name's Helena."