<div class="floatright">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmIyM2NlNjItMGZkNy00YzRiLWE5ODEtNjQ1OGM1MDYxMDE4XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyODA1NjQ0OTY@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,874,1000_AL_.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313758.msg15185596#msg15185596) aka Sibohan<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>At the restaurant<br/><hr/><br/>Siobhan nodded as she considered her options, glancing around the place to see how the women were posed and matching their manner of sitting. Gordon had the right of it, she supposed, work the chain of command and mug their rival with more stars. If it had been a brit, she’d had simply called her chief and, after much laughter at her expense, he’d have sicced Lord Mountbatten on them. Friend of a friend and such.<br/><br/>“I’ll have the same as well.” She said in fluent German as she drummed her fingers, the change had eliminated the hunger for cigarettes but not the habit. She had taken the doctor’s advice to heart about quitting but the habit was still there. Her ‘delicate situation’ brought her back to the x-tech issue. How do a devise that had literally drilled a hole in one man wind up reverse her gender in an instant? Which was the misfire and which was its purpose. After the waitress walked away she cleared her throat and spoke. “Truthfully, as much as we need the x-tech, I’d kill for the nazi’s lab noted. As much as I’d like the face I’ve grown used to over the last five years, I don’t want a six inch hole in my chest like Wilder got.”