<strong>Franny Stein</strong><br/><br/>Fran rolls her eyes at the pity party coming her way. "Ah, stop complainin'. They look great to me. I don't really dig the whole Miss Perfect look anyway. You probably look better like this." She grins and reaches down, pinching the lapsed angel on her nicely toned rump, "Besides, if you keep bein' all mopey I'll spank you." The construct steps away, setting her rump on one of the tables and letting her feet dangle over the edge. "Me? Well, I like workin' in the lab I guess. It sort of runs in the family. Taking stuff apart, puttin' it back together, inventing weather control machines, that kinda thing. I like listenin' to music, horror movies (even though the bad guy never wins), and hangin' out in graveyards."