A soft knock erupted Fanya's thoughts, moments later the door to her office opened, and a familiar sight walked through. He was such a strange contrast to her. She was completely naked, and yet to vibrantly decorated. While he on the other hand was covered in several layers of clothing, and yet was about as plain as a patch of dirt. She was utterly unarmed and yet far from defenseless, the man in contrast was now geared to the teeth for a second armagedon, and yet, he clung to those guns like a child to a security blanket. Not physically, but mentally.<br/><br/>She was personable, friendly and easy on the mind and eyes in every way of the word. He, had yet to say a single nice thing. Even now, he only offered her a slight nod by way of greeting, a few more rag cloths now hanging from his belt, masking the new items he 'aquired' on it. He moved without sound, almost gliding across the room before standing in a darkened corner. Arms hidden under the mantle of cloth and leather, but if one watched the bulges, it could be noted he was crossing his arms. Shifting all his weight onto the wall via his back, he crossed his left leg over the right at the ankle. She stood proudly in the light...<br/><br/>He wondered the shadows of this world.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>