Key returned the hand squeeze, letting Ethnia feel that she was there for her, then made her on little introduction, “My name is Key, and my last name is a very long nazzadi word chain. Generally its best just to use my given name unless you want to grow old in the meantime. I'm a low level Empath, and obviously, a White. I decided after highschool that, since were fighting for our survival, I should probably participate, worked hard through training, came out on top of my mech pilot course back in Vancouver, and got cherrypicked for the Engel Project, where I got bunked with a very interesting roommate.” She nudged Ethnia.<br/><br/>The White grinned at the sight of the picture as she peered at it over Ethnia's shoulder, “Thats really cool Sean, I like the dark look.” She commented, before turning her gaze on her CO. “Oh, its not that bad Natalie, as long as it doesnt pinch. Its the bra that kills. Cant breathe at all.” She answered her matter-of-factly, revealing intimate knowledge about metal undergarments.<br/><br/>Possessed by curiosity, she flipped her own envelope over and opened it.<br/><br/><br/>