<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b4/d0/f2/b4d0f2640b719f5faae2d663244d0637.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nicole "Nicky" Cross (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245148.msg12128987#msg12128987)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Medical Lab<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>April 1, 2110; 10am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rae Integra Bellemoore<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>-<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>this (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=193144003)<br/><br/>Nicky paused as Rae corrected the way she had addressed her. It wasn't the first time either, but old habits die hard they always say. And Nicky had the idea of proper respect and drilled into her head since entering training. And addressing someone properly was part of that. But she also understood the need to have an identity beyond a title, even more so than most would really ever know.<strong>"Right, Rae...I always forget that, sorry." </strong>Nicky apologized and moved to take her seat on the examination table.<br/><br/><strong>"Slow, well your morning will probably become more active once get back into more active duty."</strong>she explained, wondering if the idea of it was something Rae looked forward to or dreaded. It was something that Nicky still didn't really know about Rae, why was she here? So young and yet ready to possibly die, or in some cases wishes you had. Even more so Nicky wondered how she could seem so positive all of the time still.<br/><br/>Rae certainly had a vibrant energy around her most day, even when those around her didn't reflect it,<strong>"The same as always, really, though my right arm may need some adjustments. After the last repair it seems to have a delayed reaction time."</strong>Nicky wiggled her fingers of her right hand, leaned back as Rae placed the devices in her temples.<strong>"Beyond that, nothing....as always."</strong>she shrugged and closed her eyes as the computer began to do its work.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes I heard, I've already looked into what data has been released about them. Most of them seem to be trouble in the making.</strong>" she spoke honestly not really having a filter to keep back what was really floating about her mind.<strong>"I'll get more excited when it seems like these one's will actually stick it out, or at least live long enough to do so."</strong>Nicky kept her breathing calm and recalled some of the data she had read about the possible new team mates.<strong> "Most of them have had sketchy pasts at best, but have some training in regards to dealing with what is on the streets. Not sure if they're ready for what we do yet though. Thankfully that isn't my call."</strong>Nicky admitted knowing she wasn't the easy of people to get to know or get along with. That and her idea of an interview for this squad would probably run off or kill most of the applicants.