<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>Hussar HSR-200Db<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Abuse of the English Language.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sonja, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Ailis nods, smiling. "Aye, that it is. No' many of 'em left." Not intact, anyway, Ailis can't actually recall seeing another, not that she's been so well-traveled as to claim it. What few remain are likely in the same state as<em>Grisel</em>; a mismatch of parts only brought coherence by the paint on their armor. Ailis' nose wrinkles a moment before shaking it off. "Ach, an' meself; I'd not hardly had a moment t' do more'n keep m' feet. I'm nae complainin'; feels like home." She waves a hand at the bustle and background noise; this is familiar and almost relaxing, as long as the noises don't include the crash and clatter of something being tipped over or dropped. "Comfortable, aye?"