"She's one of those magic-using folks. Heavily tatted. Didn't even know her ethnicity 'till she opened her mouth. Witch doctor 'in training,' she said. I don't believe a bit of it, but it's clear she's not used to combat. I'd hardly call her a runner, really, since my lab rats are more straightforward than she was. Still, I'd fuck her." The ork shrugs. "Still, you should've seen that body she hauled in. Was basically a bigass pile of giblets and a ribcage, seared to perfection. Whatever's she's using, she uses it well enough to rip open one of those meatheads." The doc jumps a bit, rolling her eyes as screams of pain are heard over the link. "Well, somebody's just learned about their new set of legs. Anyways, talk to you soon, hopefully. The voodoo chick said she would scope out the area for 'bad juju' or whateverthefuck she said, so you might run into her. Just don't sneak up, or else there's not gonna be much left for anyone to put back together."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>