"Skrak Mekalis, pleased to meet you," the Argonian said, shaking Douglas' hand. He smiled at Michael's continued enthusiasm, only to frown when a guy came out of nowhere and completely crushed the red-head's excitement. He blinked in surprise when he hairstyle changed completely, including hair color. "Huh, I'm heard of hair dyes that act like mood rings, but this is the first time I've ever actually seen it." Before he could say anything to cheer Michael up, someone beat him to the punch.<br/>"Oi, Michael, what are you doing getting all depressed?" Someone said, walking up to the three. She appeared to be around Michael's age, maybe a year older at most. Her hair, cut short and swept into a style generally considered to be a masculine, was blue. What kind of blue? Well, her father's hair was a blueberry blue, whereas her's was more of an ocean blue, much like her sharp eyes that softened when she gave them a smile. Her height was pretty average, and her build was pretty thin with lean muscles visible on her arms. Her outfit, without the accessories she wore that is, was composed of a light blue t-shirt and jean shorts. As for her accessories, well there was the midnight blue belt she wore around her waist, a buckle resembling a sword with a lightning bolt running down its blade. Around her neck was a set of dog tags that had the name 'Arthur Brown' on them, as well as the usual military numbers and stuff. Oh, and there happened to be a pair of blue headphones sticking out of her pocket. "Don't let him get to ya, he's just an ass who needs to snap at someone I'm sure."<br/>"Um, who are you, and how do you know Michael so well?" The lizardman asked.<br/>"Me?" She asked, now standing next to the young man in question. "I'm Diane Brown, the dummy here's girlfriend," she answered, saying the word 'dummy' in a rather affectionate manner as she ruffled his hair a bit.