<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Advancement:<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☐</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div><br/><br/>In the light of day, Fiona's clothes were easier to see.  The black leather jacket looked pretty ubiquitous, but she wore a simple purple shirt underneath when it was unzipped.  Her shoulder holder carrying the hand cannon was no less a constant companion, but it seemed more a weight that she accepted and bore.  She just wasn't all that great with people, and was used to letting the reputation speak for her when someone required a shakedown.<br/><br/>"Sounds good," Fiona agreed, and gestured to let Danielle control the old radio if she wanted, but was otherwise content to drive in silence.<br/><br/>Once she came back inside, the memories struck her.  If Danielle looked very closely, Fiona had barely looked at the menu but had actually ordered by memory from the kids' menu; the waiter just hadn't asked but had needed more time to make things up.<br/><br/>"Sorry, I, um..."  Her eyes drifted off towards the same corner again and again.  Ordinarily, for someone tactically trained, this would be to the entrances and exits of a place.  Fiona certainly kept an eye on the big front entrance as well, but nobody was seated in the booth she kept looking.  "I guess I haven't been here in a while."<br/><br/>Pushing away unpleasant memories was hardly an uncommon tactic for anyone; this was likely the first time she'd consciously confronted it in some time.  However, she was also able to handle it, just pushing past with little issue.  Maybe the nickname of "Ice Queen" came more from her ability to keep her cool even in traumatic situations.  Then again, maybe it was a mockery.<br/><br/>Once she realized she'd gotten a kid's portion of waffles, some would complain, others would recognize the mistake and ask for more.  Fiona just ate, maybe just not that hungry, maybe hoping no one else would recognize the mistake.<br/><br/>In a tactical situation, her mind worked fast and she had all sorts of plans for what to do next.  Just sitting down to breakfast, having a normal conversation?  Not so much.  Even less so when confronted with this particular diner.