<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u4B6UwM.jpg?1)   </div><strong>Name</strong>Fetter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headquarters gym<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/>Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/><br/>Giving Cassandra a mournful smirk, Ally glances up at the device embedded in the ceiling before fixing her eyes back on the blonde.  She makes a pointed glance at the hem of Cassandra's skirt, the shapely leg beneath, before slowly returning to a sitting position.  She smiles politely-- a little rakishly, perhaps-- and waves the small, black-glassed phone ineffectually.  "Smart technology, stupid user."  She slowly stands, taking her time, perhaps, to prolong the effort.  "Unless they want me doing deadlifts on the ceiling..? yeah, maybe you'd better help."<br/><br/>With a wry smirk, Ally passes over the phone.  With a passing moment to examine Cassandra's firmware, she raises one eyebrow and opts to comment on the software instead.  "A little classy for the gym, don't you think?" She adds a coy, pointed glance over at the Overwatch agent, indicating she fully knows what's going on, and continues with her voice just a little lower.  "Did they make you an offer, or an offer you couldn't refuse?"  She leans back just a bit to let Cassandra work at the device.<i>Nothing cheap on Blondie here.  Wonder what's under that...</i>she seemed to visibly shake off some thing, like someone fighting off a distracting thought.<br/><br/>"Sorry.  Not my business."<br/><br/><br/><br/>She extended the smartphone