<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Apperance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://payload61.cargocollective.com/1/6/197329/3520396/Croquis_05_905.jpg)</div></div><br/>The girl who seemed to mind the weather the least also somehow seemed to be the most out of place. Hiding inside a rain poncho made out of a sheet of gray plastic with a red bird printed on it, the girl didn't look much like a military type. She was clearly a civilian, and roughly dressed one at that. If any of the group paid attention to the Huffman Island Wanzer Arena circuit, they might recognize her as The Vulture. One of the more promising rookie pilots. What the hell was an arena jockey doing on a military ship though?<br/><br/>It was not raining inside, and it seemed like the girl was using the tarp, not to keep warm, but for privacy. she kept it wrapped her body and avoided eye contact with the other pilots. She really didn't look like she wanted to be here.<br/><br/>The reality was just that. She didn't want to be here, But in her life she rarely had the option of doing what she pleased. This was just another job, and one that paid damn good at that. And for enough money, The vulture would do almost anything, she just wouldn't smile while doing it. Nobody could afford that.