Mai, the letters seem to squirm and twist before your eyes, finally forming up into something you can more or less understand.<br/><br/>*And stay out!*<br/><br/>...whatever<em>that</em>means.<br/><br/>Ling, your new friend is rather scantily clad--as in 'how does that skimpy dancing-girl outfit stay on' and 'honey, ain't you cold?' bits of silky fabric that leave something, but not much, to the imagination.  She's also (ahem) quite healthy, well-toned, and honesty demands that you report the tramp as awfully cute.  Beside that, her emerald hair, pale jade eyes, and dark green skin with white-ink tattoos are easy to overlook.  She yawns, stretches in a way that draws the eye to her ample bosom, and only then seems to realize you've addressed her.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, hi!"</strong>She flashes you a grin that seems to be at least half-mischievous, half-predatory.<strong>"You found Little Brother!  Thank you so much!  How shall I ever thank you?"</strong><br/><br/>She holds her hand out, probably for the sword.<br/><br/><strong>"Stupid old fart!  I coulda hit someone when I landed!  Couldn't just ask me nicely to descend and stay here, nope, had to throw me out..."</strong><br/><br/>