<div class="floatleft">(http://www.buzzfocus.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/emmastone-gwen-stacy.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nico Frans<br/><strong>Pack Position:</strong>Newcomer, Engineer<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Werewolf (Viral)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Doghouse<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rake<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Nico was quickly adjusting to the environment, especially after knowing that the resident Wolves wouldn't attack her, thanks to Ry's passive welcome from her corner of the bar. She watched Beth from the corners of her eye, finding it somehwat admirable that a human could work as confidentally as she did, considering that she was more than likely always in the company of a supernatural being. She looked like the kind of woman who had a story to tell, and that she had no patience for stupidity. You probably needed that kind of conviction in order to run a bar as successfully as this one seemed to run.<br/><br/>She almost predicted where Rake was going to re-enter, and she gripped her notebook as soon as he noticed her sitting at the bar. He definitely owned the place, she could feel his presence, but that sense never held a candle to the strong scent that pervaded the bar. Her posture straightened even  more so, if that were considered possible, and she stood to meet him with a smile, reaching out to shake his hand and take the beer he offered up.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Rake. I've gotta tell ya, you really know how to make this work..." She gestured openly to the bar, and all the inhabitants. "I'm Nico, It's a pleasure to finally meet you.  I've come a long way, and your bar is pretty much the last stop on my list here." Her hand brought the notebook up, that easy smile of hers never fading, not wanting to seem severe, like her presence should give a reason to feel concerned. "This can wait, if you don't have time right now. Basically, I've been traveling across the States, checking<br/>in on our friends along the railway." Her voice lowered somewhat, but she chose her words carefully so as not to be conspicuous to those who might overhear.<br/><br/>He might wonder why the hell she, of all possible candidates, would be chosen to go on a journey to check up on her fellow Wolven. There was no doubting that she was pretty much a pup when compared to those who were born natural, not infected by the virus.  He could tell that she had drive, and perhaps there was a lot more to her than meets the eye.