<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79824.msg3914980#msg3914980">Quote from: yuna0417 on 20-11-2010, 03:35:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Uh, my handle's Dani, Danica, or...more commonly 'you'." she says in greeting, a slight flush of her cheeks at being corrected about the identity of 'Iffy'.  Flesh arm crossing over her chest to grasp the metal one, eyes flicker, to anyone able to see small display in her left eye, a safe, one of many set into a wall begins to open, showing an old Cellphone.  It rises, and the slides up into the corner of the display, but not activated, yet.  She knoes better, and waits for someone else to activate the app, before doing so herself.<br/><br/>"So, what's your handle? Major?  Boss?" she asks, looking over the others,  she shrinks back a little, obviously this is a new league of edge runner she'll be working with.  Major experience, major backing here, and nothing like the street scum, "Chaol." she says, more to herself, a quiet little word.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Anne smiled at Dani. "Either will do, but I prefer Major." The random word goes into her implant and a definition pops up: Streetspeak: CHAOL - To be tough; a real stud. She chuckles softly. "That's Word, sister, and you better believe it!" Anne was military, and didn't use the slang that was killing her native tongue like a creeping parasite.<br/><br/>The two crates of equipment landed nearby, and Anne nodded. "Okay, people, break the boxes open and get everything in the boot of the car."<br/><br/>The car was big enough. She simply commandeered the front passenger seat as was her right as unit commander, calls of "shotgun" notwithstanding. Her answer to anyone who objected would be quite literally what they were objecting to.