Jacques stood outside, alone with his robotic horse. His hand drifted up and down the beast's mane, and it responded much as a live horse would. His eyes were absent behind his sunglasses, the man lost in his own thoughts.<br/><br/>He'd rested a bit himself during the night, and recharged his spent e-clips to boot. The company he was in seemed well enough, and he had his eyes on the mysterious, slightly-bitchy dark elf. But something about her attitude allured him, and he wasn't quite sure why. After all, someone like the cyber-knight was more his type.<br/><br/>Wasn't she?<br/><br/>He'd very much enjoyed watching Mizrel as she'd walked about, clad in little more than skin-tight undergarments that left little to the imagination. He stuck by the dark elf most of the night, if out of nothing more than a strange desire to protect her in this much more vulnerable state.<br/><br/>But even he needed a breather, and for now he stood in the sun, basking in the warmth as he reflected on himself, his companions, the situation, and what they would do in general.