"Close," [i]She responded shortly, turning on her heels to look at the man, admiring his afro and those kind eyes of him, while he got a glimpse of a single golden eye through the gash in the helmet, roofed by a red eyebrow.[/i] "Very close." [i]She paused in front of the man, noticeably taller as she stood at about six feet and two inches tall, give or take, since her heavy boots and helmet both skewed the estimate, each adding a bit to her supposed height. Even without both, though, she was definitely a big girl.[/i] "Healin' factor, which'sn't really magic, I suppose. DNA fuсkery's more accurate." [i]She let out a little snort, her voice carrying a very definite accent with it, thick and foreign, though it was a Newfie one, according to JT. Canadian.[/i]