<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Special skills, hmm,"</span>Ianthe mused in reply to Darion.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Let's put it like this, captain. My contact brought me in because, he informed me, you recently lost a shipmate who was a rather gifted sniper. Highly trained, one shot-one kill, and so forth?"</span>She idly brushed back one tail of her coat to reveal the sword hung from her waist, and the silenced machine pistol holstered on her thigh.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I have a similar skill set, though I prefer more... close-quarters methods. I can take a rifle to a bell-tower if the situation requires it, but clients typically come to me when the particular problem they need... removed... can't easily be lined up in crosshairs from a distance."</span>This had been how she'd pitched her talents for years, and for all that her language was somewhat circumspect her tone was icy confidence.<br/><br/>Neymi's quip and Toi's double-entendre resurrected her easygoing cheer, though, and tugged a laugh from her.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I'll keep Toi's talents in mind?"</span>she answered both, a hint of color lingering in her cheeks; she let her coattail fall back into place, and hoisted her go-bag back to her shoulder.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Bulor can be bitey,"</span>she supplied, more by way of observation than objection.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Still, the important thing is getting someone behind the stick that's not going to ditch us on some godforsaken rock."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>