<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HVPg5Kp.jpg)</div><strong>Jennifer "Timestop" Whitmore</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dAHDbe-Ihtp5LXYdCWshcEdpxbMowdPXEfeEfGLhbdQ/edit)<br/><br/>Jen's hands flicked through a series of gestures, trailing lines of red sparks into a complex sigil, which flipped and slid under her feet, even as her clothes began to billow slightly in a wind no one could feel.  She lifted from the ground, her hands now spread to her sides, even as she hovered a foot off the ground.  "That doesn't reassure me that you mean this world no harm.  And yes, its name is Earth," she said, and then glanced to the side, a mental oath sounding in her head.<em>Great.  Now I'm going to be asked to join some organization or other.  How many more times am I going to have to turn these people down?  I work better <strong>alone</strong>!</em><br/><br/>But then the other woman's recognition dawned on her, and she looked between them again, before sighing, and sinking back to the ground, the red sparks that had been flickering around her shoes - boots, really - fading as her toes touched the ground.  "My apologies... Andragoras, was it?"  She pressed one hand to her chest as she inclined her head.  "Apparently she was missed.  I'm sure thanks will be given once she has a chance to regather herself.  Peace be upon you, and the blessings of the Vishanti."  Then...<br/><br/>She waited.  She knew better, these people always had ways of finding her when she felt it necessary to reveal her... other nature.