<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/HRRY4My.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Captain Bianka Saint<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Train Station<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chief Frederick Hagerstorm<strong>Mentioned:</strong>All Others<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Yes sir!" was her response, still grinning, and a moment later quietly easing herself out of the salute, busying her hands once more with her heavy cases.<br/><br/>Bianka was a tad surprised; she figured this was purely canimorphs that'd be working with him now; the tall male from the train was working with them too?  He seemed jumpy, too aware, traits Bianka recognized.  Must have seen some shit.  Still alive though, which was a good sign.<br/><br/>As for the introduction... Bianka let out a short 'ruff' at the end of it, bemusement the assumed emotion behind it.<br/><br/>"A week?  Here I thought I'd be bored after retiring out here..." she muttered as her smile became more of a grin, flexing her arms and lifting the cases she held. "Would a qualifying or re-qualifying test be in order to demonstrate our abilities?  I could assist in facilitating such once I have a safe place to stow my gear and get my 'girls' out."<br/><br/>By 'girls' of course she meant her guns... the ones that shoot small hard-cored slugs at high velocities on-target until it either stopped moving or stopped looking intact.  Her other guns were already flexing, and her other 'girls' were easily discerned given their size and the tank-top she wore.