<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rusty Tanner<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Beacon Academy<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, Vanilja, Lionel (indirectly)<br/><hr/><br/>No big? He could live with that. Some of the worry was wiped away from his face as he more visibly relaxed, and when she told him to cheer up and patted his head, he didn’t even feel the urge to roll his eyes. “Sorry, been thinking on some stuff was all.” Some stuff meaning Lionel’s loud and boisterous claims. He couldn’t even congratulate the man without feeling like an asshole. Why was it so hard to be good? Or, why was it so easy to be bad, earlier? However, since Vanilja began to babble on, she seemed to at least be talking to him – he hoped, and some of it was about weapons stuff, which he was content to discuss. “I was gonna do some exploration too! Mind if I join? Never seen one of these missiles before. Then again, I came here with most stuff on my back.” Metaphorically at least. Still, he spoke a little more openly and with a smile on his face. “But as for general flight, part of it might be the weight limit? Afterall, some people might just not have a light enough total weight to be lifted by them. Or, I mean, humans do tend to be a little more fragile than materials. Could go bad if there’s an issue. I’m taking it you’re a bit of a gearhead, right?” It certainly sounded like it!