<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/ReiGBev_zpsp3pziuf9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lark Enciel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>Lark squinted at<strong>Glasses Guy</strong>. She saw that eyeroll and was totally getting that 'holier than thou' vibe from him. Lifting a hand, she pointed at him and was about to speak when someone bumped into her and apologized.<em>"S'ok,"</em>she said without looking and then opened her mouth again to chastize<strong>Glasses Guy</strong>when she was bumped again, by the same person. Now her attention was drawn. Lark turned and eyed<strong>Golden Girl</strong>, who was suddenly all over her and just<em>all</em>up in her business.<br/><br/><em>"Gah! D-dammit!"</em>flustered Lark, stepping backwards and trying to extricate her foot from the blonde's grasp. The white-haired girl had a little thing about personal space. Rule number one was 'don't be all up in it' and rule number two went a little something like 'see rule one'. She was blushing a little. The question hit her and she was, for once, at a loss for words. Lark was a bit worried. Most students designed and built their own weapons. It was embarrassing to admit that she was no good with technology and her parents had helped her a little.<br/><br/>Okay, a lot.<br/><br/><em>"Ergh, ye-yeah!"</em>she lied,<em>"Of course I did!"</em>Veering back to the truth she added,<em>"They're Atlas tech. Dust-Assisted Combat Greaves. My 'Cloud Kickers'. They're like.. shotguns. For your feet. It's all very technical."</em>Lark lightly shook her foot again.<em>"Now, please, leggo."</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>"I-I can't nap like this... Oommh!"</em></span><br/><br/>Distracted by the noise, Lark glanced over her shoulder briefly at a<strong>Blue Faunus</strong>ralphing into a trash can.<em>"Gross."</em>