<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wdRZtNw.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br/>Natalie McKinnon</span><br/><em>Phantom Chaser</em>- 5<br/><em>Keen Senses</em>- 4<br/><em>History Nerd</em>- 4<br/>Weakness:<em>Small Town Girl</em><br/><hr/><br/>The Boss had proven pleasant enough in person just as he had on the phone.  Sammy had mentioned the skills incentive thing as well, which was a prospect that she'd found kind of funny at first, but the more she thought on it the more feasible it seemed.  All depending on where she wound up living, of course.  After being dismissed, she'd rejoined her teammate outside, who promptly directed her to the "workshop".  She'd nodded, smiled, wagged her tail a little, and mounted the stairwell.<br/><br/>The whole of the upstairs appeared to be the workshop in question, with assorted weaponry and other devices scattered here and there.  It was kind of a mess, but she could understand and appreciate it all the same, certain there was a sort of 'madman's order' to it all, organized and sorted in a way that made sense to someone passionate about what they did.  Most projects she'd worked on back in school had built towards their climax in a similar fashion, random and nonsensical piles of books and paper that made no sense to anyone but her.<br/><br/>She spied what was probably her new Chasing Suit unceremoniously laid out on a table slightly off to the side.  The lights in the room glinted off the fabric, which suggested to her that it wouldn't be all that different than what she'd used while in the employ of Summit in spite of having read orientation documentation that suggested it was very different.  She'd know soon enough.<br/><br/>"Hello?" Natalie cautiously ventured.  Sammy had said there was an Artificer up her, but she didn't see or hear anyone.