<div class="floatright">  (http://i.imgur.com/x13qB3F.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Winchester<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Town Square<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Torian, Aster<br/><hr/><br/>Hearing a comment about herself in passing, Jane looked over her shoulder at the voice's source, finding Aster. She fixed him with a silent, disapproving look. Then, to the rescue, Torian spoke up. This earned him a small smile from Jane. Turning to Aster, Jane put her hands on her knees and tilted her head curiously at him.<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>"I agree. Maybe with a bit more focus on your <span class="bbc_u">own</span> legs, you wouldn't be bitching about little jog~"</strong></span></em>Though said sweetly, Jane meant every ounce of her ire. More than anything, she hated creeps oggling and cat-calling her. It made the weaponsmith feel like she needed a shower. Constantly.<br/><br/>Noticing Aster speak up about Torian's performance, Jane fixed the assassin with a second look, followed by a gander at the instructor moving around his 300lb leg weights behind them.<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>"Oh he's human; though I'll wager he's already been augmented."</strong></span></em>Jane stated,<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>"Not sure what with yet."</strong></span></em>This made sense to Jane. There was only so much one could do with a natural body; doing the endurance run with 300lbs of weight fair-and-square was not one of them. In light of that, it was safe to assume that Torian was packing mods already.<br/>