"Corporeal--?" Kizzie began, then shook her head. These mage types, she never understood them. Then again, they had difficulty understanding the worth of a good flare compensator too, so it was even.<br/><br/>"In Seattle they called me Kizzie. Kizzie the Razor." She popped out one hip, still smiling. The girl was terrified, yet she had already bagged one of the vatjob zealots. "Pleasure to meet you, beautiful."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>