<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-ak.f.st-hatena.com/images/fotolife/p/patora0412/20150529/20150529181748.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rexile<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Greasy Puddin'<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Close to Noon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All, Open<br/><strong>Character Theme:</strong>Seemed Appropriate.. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZBtPf7FOoM)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Shady Dealings..<br/><hr/><br/>Rexile gave the captain a little bit of a glare.  He seemed to know an awful lot about her, for having just met her.  The fact that she kept weapons inside her body.  The fact that she had a hawk that could keep tabs on him.  She gave Kyra a quick glance, wondering just how much of this little set up was an accident.  To know that much about her, he'd either have to have a considerable information network and plenty of time to commit it all to memory, or this chance meeting had less to do with luck than she thought.<br/><br/>Be that as it may, she was still in for the long haul.  No reason to back out now, least of all because he knew things she didn't expect.  If anything, that was a good thing.  She scratched her head a little, making a noise as though considering something.  "Not that I mind bringing a drunk woman like Rairaku to my ship.  But a supply run is pretty dull stuff, especially if you're looking to make the most of a good buzz.  Are you sure you wouldn't prefer if she went with you?  I'm sure you've got something a little wilder in store."  She turned her palm up, shrugging.  "Besides, my ship can move that stuff on its own.  All I need to do is reconfigure the submersion and solder a few leaks, and I should be able to meet you there."  Another shrug, as she crossed her arms.  "Your plan, your call.  I'll have my hawk keep an eye on you, regardless."