<span style="color: #ff00ff">"What... what is this? She's like a securitron, but..."</span>Jynx trailed off awkwardly, taking a few steps forward with the insufficient caution of a puppy inspecting a rattlesnake. She clearly had no concept of a passive stance, and as a nearly complete opposite to Fanya, leaned forward slightly with her feet at shoulder-width, ready for action should it be required.<br/><br/>She let out a few more quiet, questioning mumbles and glanced at the rest of the ragtag team, arching a brow and drawing one bladed arm back, as if to say 'You want for I should stab it, boss?'<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>