<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/18/f2/45/18f245e04d33b66e70a7faaecbe6e45d--lee-science-fiction.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Krysia<br/><strong>Statue:</strong>Normal, a bit concerned<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Alice-4<br/><hr/>Krysia habitually tried looking for reference on the Squatter’s Haven with her person comm but that proved futile as Mr. Johnson continued on with the assignment briefing.  She sheepishly continued on listening at that point while stealing glances at her fellow angels present at the meeting.<br/><br/>She is greatly grateful to Mr. Johnson for taking her in, however she never expected that her first assignment would be this risky.  Investigating disappearances, drug trafficking, even murder.  And the worst part is the victims are women.  What if she might end up like them, dead, or worse?  She shook her head from side to side.<br/><br/>Get a grip Kris as she like to be referred to, simple and cute, while taking on a determined look complete with fists raised before her.  You promised to be help with Mr. Johnson, since he was the only one who took you seriously when others turned you down.  Or was he just doing it out of the kindness of his heart.  Or perhaps there was another reason...  Kris shook her head once again, banishing any underlying reason Mr. Johnson took her in.  She should at least do what she can, no, her best now that she is working with her one and only benefactor at the moment.  Perhaps after this mission she could reassess her employment with Mr. Johnson.  Though from the sound of the inquiry of the blond-haired cutie with her in this room, seems to reinforce her reservations on this assignment.<br/><br/>“Excuse me, Mr. Johnson,” Kris finally spoke up.  “You don’t expect with just us,” she looks at rest of the women present, particularly at Alice, concerned by her audacious statement.  “To take on a supposed drug cartel by ourselves do you?”<br/><br/>