Another burp and a cough was brought forth from Storm, if nothing else is was obvious she could hold her booze as her mind seemed pretty clear. Well at least as clear that had it seemed to have received such head injuries.<br/><br/>“Right if I can fro in me tappence worf, no one notices the drunken old soldier in ve corner, and I do vat fakin’ well. Fer me it works I get to get pissed and do me job. Ver we go. Cam on lets face it most av ya stand out like a fackin’ barbarian in a nannary.  Trast me I’ve seen it and it aint a pretty sight. Maggot will tell ya.”<br/><br/><br/>She sniffed again and took some more of her flask, “So you all do yer stuff lets see what I can find out wifout creatin’ shite fer everyone. ‘Idin’ in plain sight is wot vey call it. Cam on it aint like any facker is goin’ ta want ta sit next ta me is it.” She chucked again, “Vo I bet Maggot might…or what abaat you pretty boy.” She winked at the ranger, pulling the scar on that side of her face into a sort of a sneer.<br/><br/>“So wot de ya all fink…still if anyone wants ta look for shite, that’s all good by me…as long as it aint me.”<br/>