<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Barracks<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Talking the Talk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dawn;Jin; anyone else in earshot.<br/><br/>Jay couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the long-gunner's attitude. " All RIGHT. That's the kinda talk I like ta hear."  She winked and joked, "But there ain't no crocodiles around heah, hun," before turning to the chatty little medic. "Hell, girl. I ain't got no plans to die just yet. Got me some bugs to step on first." She let her eyes roam over the medic. Young as all hell, shortish, cropped hair, kinda thin- one of those real earnest Girl Scout types, who can be an asset, or a real problem. "Sure do 'preciate the, uh, sentiment, though."<br/><br/>She offered one big hand, first to the sniper, then the medic. "Since the Big Brass Ass didn't show no manners 'bout introducin' folk, guess we're on our own. Jena, Jena Hargreave.  Ah'm from Texas, case you can't tell, but a part of it that ain't there no more, thanks to our visitors.  Call me Jay.  Easier to say when yer drunk.<br/><br/>"Speakin' of which, either of you gals found either the bar or the firin' range in this hotel?"