The girl standing not far from the tall savage couldn't be more different.<br/><br/>As much machine as woman, but a smooth synthesis not often seen, her mechanicus robes were snug to a feminine body--skirts divided for free motion.  Chrome tattoos worked down her arms like macro-circuitry, up jowls and the sides of her head, even around the back, under the mohawk of fiber-optic lights.  The colors in the Mohawk shifted at a medium pace now--a few who'd known her before new this indicated somewhat heightened emotions.  Excitement?  Dread?  Her full lips showed both, though her breath and stance showed only a punk metalican swagger.<br/><br/>The tech priest eyed the feral man up and down, giving the formidable flesh and deadly armaments the same appreciation--as if both the man and his guns could be both her weapon and her lover.<br/><br/>Crystaline purple eyes switched to the nobleman next.  She spoke in a soft and completly human voice.  "Good too see you, Jon."  The curvy woman leaned back against the wall of the lift, hands splayed against the metal, feeling the thrum of the machine, one not far from her pistol.  Her metal staff and heavy pack sitting on the floor near their feet.