<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice nodded when Bull said Peter was right. She was willing to trust the three miners. They knew that place and the mining business better than her, and if they said something was wrong, then something was wrong.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"All right"</span>, she murmured, not wanting to raise her voice to the normal level for some reason.<br/><br/>Alice's gaze went on to look at Bull for a moment, but she shook the feeling that something was hanging in the air to be said off. If Peter wanted to tell her, he would. If not, she wouldn't be able to grill it out of him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Have a safe shift, guys"</span>, Alice still said to the two men, before following Peter. She slipped out of her overall when they got to their place - there wasn't anything there he had yet to see - and prepared for work. <span style="color: #4040FF">"You too"</span>, she replied to Peter's <span style="font-style: italic">'happy drilling'</span>.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Alice took a deep breath, feeling good with Peter's hands on her waist. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I'll bet. For once, in the military I would be fully clothed. I guess that takes a bit of the fun away?"</span> She adjusted the drill for a better position and turned only her face to look at Peter. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Are you really okay? Nothing you wanna tell me before we get started?"</span></div>