Brixie had gotten there a bit sooner then Aren was expecting. He was informed she was on her way but when he got to the hanger her heard the sound of a motorcycle being turned off. A petite woman of 5'9” height got off the bike after storing one of her guns in it. The bike's compartments closed on it's own and she stood there removing her goggles slipping up on her forehead. The female was pretty much painted all over her chest as well as some other tattoos that could be seen just above her pants line. She wasn't wearing a top so she could show off her ink and she found it more comfortable to be like this. She kept her gloves on and looks at Aren, thinking to herself, “I'm going to kill that old fucking bastard..” she didn't let her thought come out in her face though.<br/><br/>She moved over to her new superior officer and extended her hand to him with a wicked smile, “that old codger didn't tell me I was working with someone with a nice ass..” she actually did move and check out what he had. She didn't let on once that she knew him at all. She stood there waiting for him to shake her hand. She was really hoping he did so she could put her new hand to good use and crush his, but alas she has to keep that all inside for now. He didn't know who it was and she'd keep it that way.