<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/SheHulkAvi.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Jennifer Walters<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          She-Hulk<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Buenos Aires City Center, on the move<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>She-Hulk wasn’t exactly in a hurry. With no particular destination in mind, she figured the best way to locate survivors would be to take her time. After all, one of her steps equaled two or three of an average person’s, given the length of her legs. Unfortunately, her size also made it difficult to remain on the top layer of the bog-like flooring covering the Amazon. Every step had her sinking just a bit, a permanent grimace stuck on her face at the sensation of moist dirt and sod slithering between her toes.<em>“This is disgusting, in case you were wondering. Be glad you don’t have to experience this first-hand. Yigh.”</em><br/><br/>In a swift—and clearly agitated—motion, she ripped the remaining shreds of sleeves from her arms, using them to dab at the moisture that had accumulated on her face and neck. Whether it was from sweat or the jungle’s thick humidity clinging to her flesh like a scorned lover, she would probably never know. Honestly, she was fine with that. Clingy scorned lovers were never fun to deal with, anyway.<br/><br/>Footsteps nearing her location had her eyes widening to enhance her vision, her head turning to the side just slightly to better pick up the source of the sound. At the same moment, a barely-audible groan came at her from the other side; her own strides halting completely as she realized that she was in the middle of something. Hopefully, that something wasn’t an ambush. Or a soon-to-be-awkward situation.<br/><br/><strong>“J… Jen?”</strong>The familiar voice and appearance of Sue Storm had a rather broad smile spreading across She-Hulk’s face, her eyes brightening and her mood automatically improving.<br/><br/>“Sue! Terrible circumstances, but<em>damn</em>, it’s good to see you! What happ—”<br/><br/><strong>“Long way from home, ain’t we ladies?”</strong><em>Ah, yes. The source of the groan.</em>She-Hulk quirked an eyebrow at the male, recognition flashing across her face for the briefest of moments as she attempted to evaluate the current situation. She’d never had the opportunity to cross paths with Deadpool, but a rumor or two<em>might</em>have made it to her ears.<em>“What <strong>is</strong> it with men and red spandex? Don’t they realize it makes everything look <strong>smaller</strong>?”</em>Jennifer allowed her eyes to drop just slightly, in order to further prove her point to the audience. Her brow remained arched as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, the slightest hint of a teasing grin beginning to show on her lips.<br/><br/>Jennifer couldn’t be certain if Deadpool was friend or foe at this particular moment—one could<strong>never</strong>be certain when it came to the Merc (or so she was told)—so she took a step closer to Sue to place herself between the masked man and the Invisible Woman, arms still folded across her chest.<br/><br/>“You know, it’s really not polite to draw weapons on a first date.” Her lips tilted into a smirk, eyes dancing with the little bit of fire she could muster after the confusing events of the day. If she wanted answers out of either of them regarding the fall of Buenos Aires, she first had to establish whether Deadpool was on their side . . . Or someone else’s. She wasn’t about to let her guard down, especially with potential survivors roughing it in the Amazon. They'd need all the help they could get.