<strong>Franny Stein</strong><br/><br/>Fran enjoys the thrilling ride, yelling happily as they speed and weave through traffic. When it's over she has to admit she's a tad disappointed it's all over. The golem hops off the bike and observes the abandoned gas station with some sort of disdain, "Damn this place is a dump. Well, at least I don't hafta pay for Starbucks or anything." As she follows the angel in she cracks a grin and jokes, "You sat in an old timey portapotty for peace? That's weird, girl." She hip-bumps the angel to let her know she's kidding, then joins her as they sit down. The construct takes a little pocket watch out of her pocket. It looks ancient and very intricate, the hands moving smoothly. It's been perfectly maintained and hand wound. "Workin' on this thing is fun. The parts are so delicate inside of it, if you fuck up one thing the whole damn watch breaks. It helps keep my fingers nimble. Plus, it does more than keep time." She points out, flipping open a hidden pannel on the back and depressing a small button. An electric current washes over her, dispelling her disguise. Her skin turns olive green, her stitches and scars become visible, and little sparks jump off her neck bolts. She grins menacingly and raises her hands like she's got claws or something, "Rawr!"