<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/200906/22909/cuts/domino_288x288.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Domino<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Breeding<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Wolverine, Ares, Wasp, Iceman, any interested parties<br/><hr/><br/><br/>An eyebrow lifted at the question presented to her.  The expression that crossed her face was almost comical as she considered meaning behind those words.  Eyes shifted to look at her boots in consideration of their appearance, noting their worn exterior and loose ties.  Then her gaze turned toward the one posing the question.  White faced and marked darkly, she narrowed her eyes to focus them into a stare.  A half-smirk touched her mouth before she popped the heel of one boot against the table as if to display their durability.<br/><br/><strong>“Are you fucking with me?”</strong><br/><br/>There was a simple shake of her head before she returned to leering half-assed at Logan.  Another playful laugh on her lips that seemed neither innocent nor filled with mirth, but instead echoed with some inside joke.  The comment about makeup almost made her laugh amidst the chatter.  Instead she simply looked down, raising the edge of her shirt slightly to expose the flicker of her belly button ring.  More white skin was apparent on her frame.<br/><br/><strong>“Should see the body jewelry then.”  </strong><br/><br/>When hands smashed down on the table, her boots immediately lifted from the surface.  The chair rocked forward so that she was no longer reclining.  One hand immediately moved to where her pistol had gone while the other moved to the chair.  She was prepared to make a gunfight if need be, with the exception of no longer having a gun.  The storming out of the man ended the tension in her body just as easily as it had come upon her.  A laugh touched her mouth before she kicked back in the chair again, letting it rock back and forth as if it too were laughing at the man.<br/><br/><strong>“Seriously, some body roll that man a blunt and cut the caffeine to his room.”  <br/><br/>“Freon over there has the right idea though.  We can’t just go in guns blazing and a finger to the sky.  If we don’t do what we have to do, we need to at least accomplish something.  Some secondary targets before the main objective would be good.  Maybe taking out the cloaking device, disabling some defense systems so that if we fail another team can come in after to clean up the mess.  Not saying we can’t do the job, but I mean…Lady Luck and all.”</strong>