Angel sat looking at the newcomers, with a passive face as she studied them, first looking at their hands and feet like she would normally do for any possible suspect when she was out on a call with Lone Star. Honestly she didn't know what to make of it, yeah they were an elf or two and they had a reputation of being dicks and bitches. The other one looked to be a biker, she certainly is attractive, although not dressed in most original style, but it was still nice. However Angel just sat back and decided to watch and see how everything turns out. She didn't have anything against elves, they made no trouble for her, well except for the time where she was dispatched to a elven-french restaurant to deal with a disturbance. The wait staff were assholes and made for one of the rougher days in Lone Star.<br/><br/>But that was neither here nor there. Elves she could put up with, Native Americans she didn't mind from her posting at the Denver embassy, UCAS, she held her opoinion- idealistic, but well intentioned.  Aztlan fucks on the other hand deserved a bullet in the middle of their face. Yeah bad blood still existed. She had family killed when they invaded her home, and that anger has not been buried.<br/><br/>She wondered if Ezell's was still opened.<br/><br/>Without thinking her right hand reached for her Stetson hat to pull over her eyes, only to find there was none. Not one to look like a fool, she quickly made it to look like she was running a hand through her black hair.<span style="color: red">"Howdy strangers."</span>Angel spoke with a mixture of a Texan drawl and Mexican accent to the humans and elves.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>