<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/998616803125252178/998754091515781161/unknown.png?width=469&amp;height=625)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zephyr Torres</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>&lt;Origin Path&gt;</strong>: Latch Key Kid, +2 dice unused<br/><strong>&lt;Role Path&gt;</strong>: Hacker, +2 dice unused<br/><strong>&lt;Pantheon Path&gt;</strong>: Hermes Love Child, +2 dice unused<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised &lt;Add extra Bruised levels as necessary.&gt;<br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>Zephyr had no real attachment to another woman’s underwear. No real attachment one way or another to someone stealing that garment either. So the situation was not worth her head even coming up from her phone except to avoid the person’s body passing through the space she shared with the air. Zephyr turned as he passed so that she did not impede his progress or find assault to her person. Such a turn moved her passed the sight of the janitor as he moved to the bucket. Once more she simply seemed to be where he would not notice, her hand sliding down to remove the phone. Connecting her phone to his took little time, a simple press of the backs together. Few people really understood how such things worked to start and soon the phone would be discarded while she glanced through the messages.<br/><br/>A soft whistle took her lips while she read through the two messages remaining, those numbers filed away now in her contact list. She glanced at the lunch room. Then with a roll of her eyes she slowly walked in the direction the others had been chasing the pervert.<br/>