<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c6/CopperRose.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Roselin Cooper (Copper Rose)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Overwatch; Meeting Room -> Overwatch; Staging<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Commander James Manning, Mecha<br/>Character sheet (https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B13AGHs6aizFfnc0cXVaM2pZYUNMN3NKcm52Uko0TDVZbzYwSExXbnJWbXJiaDBUcUFvZG8&authuser=0)<br/><br/>Rose didn't live in Overwatch, although sometimes it seemed like it. It was good for her to get out of the house, although she did have a tendency to take over an area. The area she had currently occupied was the Overwatch meeting table. Feet up on the edge of the table, chair tilted back balancing beneath her, left hand tilted back to pad her head while her mechanical hand reached into the bag of Flaming Hot chips she cradled in her lap. Yet another advantage of a mechanical hand: it didn't collect chip-dust nearly as thoroughly.<br/><br/>"<strong>Bill O'Reilly sucks.</strong>" She offered her witty teenaged insight to no one in particularly before tilting her head back over the edge of her chair. "<strong>Hey, who's got the remote?!</strong>" Her question would be forever unanswered as the Overwatch Alarms went off instead.<br/><br/>Copper Rose cocked herself forward in her seat, landing her chair back on all fours with a clatter as she hopped herself up and dropped her chip bag back into her chair. "<strong>Nobody eat my chips!</strong>" She called out, to no one in particular; wiping her hand off on her shoulder cape and starting to walk toward the primary helipad. She actually had to jog; her stride was not great and Overwatch seemed fond of the long dramatic hallways.<br/><br/>She came up upon<strong>The Commander</strong>and<strong>The Girl</strong>who always looked like she was ready for some kind of sci-fi cosplay convention; not that Rose was one to judge. "<strong>Wait, what'd you have in your puckered asshole?</strong>" She only caught the tail-end of their exchange.<br/>