Tag: Brooklyn, (Erich)<br/><br/>"I am better at pretending to drink than I am at actually drinking." Lei replied to Brooklyn, her speech carrying a faint, unusual accent. Her demeanor was not unfriendly, though her expression remained stony and observant as she continued, "I have not been with the unit for long myself. If you are used to rigid discipline, self or otherwise, as I am, you will most likely find them almost frighteningly lax at times, but not on the battlefield. You would do well to remember this."<br/><br/>Lei was dressed casually, low heeled boots and combat pants, not the baggy cargo kind, but the trimmer, reinforced kind, with a plain black long sleeved shirt and an open CCAF military style jacket. The jacket had several patches sewn on, the Warrior House Fujita and Capellan Confederation, infantry marksman and survival training patches, a patch with the distinctive silhouette of a<em>Warhammer</em>battlemech, and many others. Obvious in it's newness was the Ol' Bones logo, and it was apparent that while no patches had been removed, some had been shuffled to afford the new unit patch its place of prominence.<br/><br/>She was also armed, with a slugthrower in a tactical holster on her right thigh, and those who already knew her could be fairly certain Lei had a very long knife, almost a short sword, between her shoulder blades, where she could draw it with either hand. Lei patted her sidearm, her dark eyes sparing Brooklyn a glance, "I'm Lee; I watch over them, for Erich's sake."