<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Roxi2_zps71663c48.jpg)</div><strong>~Roxi Rocket</strong><br/><strong>~The Desktop</strong><br/><br/>Roxi smiled at May and gave the kid a little play punch on the shoulder, "If they bother you again, just come find me okay? I'll teach 'em a lesson." She flashed a little grin and stood up. What could she do, really? Yeah, she did have a gun and yeah, her game was dangerous but she didn't fight -people-. Well, not really. She fought the other racers, kind of. More or less. An up-front one-on-one thing wasn't her forte, but maybe she could yell or pull off some bravado to scare 'em off. She certainly wasn't going to let grown characters pick on some kid, much less the Player's Desktop Avatar. That wasn't right.<br/><br/><em>“Colonel! Always good to see you.”</em><br/><br/>Roxi turned slightly to watch Jeanette from Mass Impact stride through the gateway, looking gorgeous as ever in her power armor. She swooned a little. Beautiful, intelligent, headstrong, and with the unwavering loyalty of her crew and, hell, everyone in her game's galaxy. And OUTSIDE of it, too. Roxi wished she commanded that kind of respect. Watching the guard's failed attempt at flirting made her hesitate a bit, but she figured she had to make a move or she'd lose her chance. She didn't catch a star like Jeanette out on the Desktop too often. Really, how long WAS that Mass Impact game? Fourty hours? At least? Roxi was practically unemployed by comparison. So, she jogged back to her alcove and scooped up her tablet, the holograms fading away and the sound turning off as she strode up to the bar.<br/><br/>"Uh.. Mm.. er.." She murmured, more to herself than anyone else. Dammit, Roxi, think! "Jeanette Gagarin? Er, Miss Gagarin? Colonel? I don't know what to call you, ah, look, um.." The racer grinned sheepishly, taking a couple steps forward to stand next to the blonde heroine. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous. I, uh, I'm Roxi, from G-Force Racing. You've probably never heard of me, but I just wanted to say I'm a huge fan. I've got all your game trailers stored on my datapad." She tapped the little device once, then smiled. "I think you're wonderful and I'd be honored if I you'd autograph it for me."<br/><br/>Grinning hopefully, Roxi slid the sleek pad over. It was small and square, mostly taken up by the screen, but there was room to scrawl a quick signature. The screen was still cycling through race footage from earlier in the day, the view from Roxi's cockpit as her vehicle zig-zagged between obstacles, other racers, and evaded attack items left and right.