<div class="floatright">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Red%20Monika/135246-42905-red-monika_zps516fc63c.jpg)</div>Monika could only make out a shadow at first, Billy appearing as he emerged through the smoky curtain. His long coat a retro style that was almost anachronistic, even with the armor she could tell he had good shape, which made her smile. She paused, back arched top of her gloves on her waist as she looked indignant at him, “Uh. Do I look like a princess?” That might depend on one’s definition of princess of course, but she stood rather tall, her clothes impossibly scanty. Her short, vest-like top was wide open in the front, barely containing her buxom figure. Looking upwards from her impressive bust line she wore a heart pendant choker necklace. Detached leather tight leather sleeves end in tough work gloves, obviously integrated with tech. She wears a wide leather thong, with a belt sash tied tight on one side that holds her scabbards for her two blades. The extra length of yellow, black, red banding, like that of a coral snake, twirls around her and hangs down to her thigh high matching red tights but made of leather and instead of lace at the end small belts with pouches and pockets holding various things. Including her rather overlarge revolver.<br/><br/>“Name’s Monika, everyone usually just calls me Red. Here’s the principle,” she motioned with her free thumb, the wakizashi still in her other hand and jutting back from where it rests on her hip. “I am not sure but I don’t think the pilots made it, the front looks pretty smashed up.” Monika eyed him with mock suspicion, “Good guys hm? I’ve heard that before.” She spins on one heel slashing the belt holding up Nicole and sliding the short blade back in place at her side in one smooth stroke. Monika grabbed Nicole as the woman falls, but only enough to slow the woman down so she doesn’t break anything hitting the ground. “You got muscles under that coat?”