<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>~Jeanette Gagarin<br/>~Desktop</strong><br/><br/>“MP for the lady,” Jean called to the bartender. Turning back to Roxi, she leaned an elbow on the bar and put on her best goofy grin. “You mean to tell me nobody ever plays with you? I find that hard to believe.” She felt like a dork using that unsubtle turn of phrase, and realized what she had just said wasn’t much different from that idiot guard… but then again, there was a world of difference between wanted and unwanted attention.<br/><br/>“Bouncing off walls, eh…” She took a sip of her drink. “Yeah, when the sister loads it up, she puts nasty makeup on me. I look like I’m in drag or something, and then she never takes cover, and doesn’t change her weapon… I spend a lot of time on the floor calling for a rez.” Jean shook her head. “The Player, though… that’s the story you’ve probably heard. With him, I’m unstoppable. Doesn’t matter what level I am or what difficulty, the Harvesters don’t know what hit ‘em.” A shrug. “Can’t say I’m quite that good on my own, but I do okay.”