<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/7315/i/2016/179/9/0/mechanical_mage_by_isis_blue_fire_3_by_isisbluefire-da81o13.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Felice</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290166.msg14258283#msg14258283)</div></div><br/>"Ta," Felice thanked the porter's retreating back, "Much obliged."<br/><br/>She turned back to Ezra, slipping quickly back into her normal manner. The diminutive tinkerer made a dismissive gesture, waving away her partner's concerns even before she had finished voicing them.<br/><br/>"Nonsense," she smiled, "it's ninety percent confidence and ten bravado, people like to help when it makes them feel superior."<br/><br/>Felice finished speaking with a quick wink and a not entirely savoury smirk. She guessed that Ezra could probably tell that her colleague was rather envious of the huntresses physical prowess (and those legs!) But the tinkerer pushed those thoughts aside and instead focussed on how best to approach the captain.<br/><br/>The young woman abruptly stood straighter, as though stiffening her spine. She held her chin high and seemed to adopt an air of studied nonchalance. Her face remained impassive as she strode toward the 'Fat Boar'. Felice paused at the gangplank, and stared up toward the two men at the wheel.<br/><br/>"Permission to come aboard, Capt'n," she called out, voice pitched slightly louder than usual, but not shouting.<br/><br/>She stood waiting, watching the mismatched pair and wondering which would react first.