<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/c8/3a/49/c83a497a08787b1ec184bf4e995dc170.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Antoinette Danescu<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None | Open<br/><hr/><br/>With the taste of the alcohol Niko had given her lingering in the depths of her mouth, Antoinette had decided it was best time to get out of everyone's way and mount into the STRYKER with the others again.  Almost flawlessly timed with the barked out orders and the engines humming to life, she set her bag in the vehicle and flicked her clove over the cliff out of respect.  She may seem abrasive and reproachable but she had the common decency to not filter out the fresh air in the vehicle with toxic chemicals.  The jacket came next, gently folded at the waist line and sat atop her bag before crawling in.<br/><br/>Once inside, secured and relatively comfortable, she began to fiddle with her .38 sidearm with a trained grace.  It was apparent that her lover had shown her a way around guns though she was nowhere near as skilled and accurate as the soldiers in the 13th Recon.  At best, she would simply cover her own tail in a pinch against the assortment of threats in this place.  Things to be studied.  Her gaze lifted to the outside window and began to zone out in thought.