Marco Ramirez strolled idly into the room wearing black slacks, white shirt, and an open jacket  that were suspiciously reminiscent of a boy's school uniform.  His pistol and monokatana were ready at his belt--on the right hip for a left handed draw.  Raven black hair fell to the small of his back in a pony tail bound with black leather chords.  Despite his rich brown skin, his japanese was clearly native.  In fact, he spoke about as much spanish as a serious anime fan from the west could pidgin japanese.  Much to my<em>aubelita's</em>dismay.<br/><br/>A bronze dragon about the size of a house cat perched on his shoulder, tail snuggled loosely around his neck, one paw resting daintily on his ear.  His cyberoptics were a cool crystalline blue today--surer sign that he really was relaxed than his easy pace and laid back demeanor.<br/><br/>He headed for the drink machine and--noting the augmented reality boxes--turned to the drone and bowed slightly.  "Ohaiyo, Theta-chan.  Let's see how it works, shall we?"  He stepped over to the replicator and punched up a root beer in a frosty mug.<br/><br/>The tall man grinned and took a long draw, then turned to see Zell out of his game and about.  He chuckled softly.  "Still no takers, Zell-kun?"