<div class="floatleft">(http://i60.tinypic.com/2ikzina.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Name</td><td> || </td><td>Shizuru Satonaka</td></tr><tr><td>Location</td><td> || </td><td>Shizuru's Room to Entry</td></tr><tr><td>Tagging</td><td> || </td><td>Eric, Everyone, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Shizuru glanced at<strong>Eric</strong>a moment, then turned her head to look out the door again. She stood there quietly for a few long moments. Just long enough to make people start to wonder if she'd totally zoned out. It was something she did often that could get on the nerves of some of the others, but they all knew what she was doing - running through scenarios in her head. She'd go quiet until she was done thinking, even if you tried to talk to her. Finally, she shrugged her shoulders and ran a hand through her messy hair.<br/><br/><strong>"...Thinking about it again... with a setup like that? They might be comin' to recruit us. Think about it. You've got a building full of prototype mechs and people trained to use them. Why waste that resource if you don't have to?"</strong>she remarked, then took a drag off her cigarette. She exhaled the smoke and continued,<strong>"That explains the car. The machina with it are probably a security detail. Worst case scenario for them; we say no and they already have us surrounded."</strong><br/><br/>She turned to face the rest of the group, her countenance still unbothered by the situation forming around them, the white-haired woman as unphazed as usual.<br/><br/><strong>"...I s'pose it leaves us with two choices, then. We either join up, or we fight 'em off."</strong>She yawned.<strong>"We're in kind of a shitty spot, though..."</strong>she trailed off, then, suddenly, a grin creased her lips.<strong>"Or at least that's what <em>they</em> think. We could come up with something to put <em>them</em> in the shitty spot instead.. Now that could be fun."</strong>