<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>Mecha, open<br/>Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/><br/>Ally grins, shakes her head slightly at Cassy's explanation.  "I've heard of nanotechnology, but I thought it was all... you know... sci-fi."  She presses the weight up and down smoothly, her controlled motions showing that she's trying to balance her physical strength with this unnatural power, as if she's testing its control over her as she uses it.  She feels Cassy's eyes on her, and makes a point not to readjust herself, as if she's unaware of those crystalline blue eyes looking at her, as if she doesn't like it, and doesn't want more.  The fluttering in her stomach betrays that, and for just a moment she gets the wildest idea possible of just how, exactly, that kind of casual<i>control</i>might be useful for many, many things...<br/><br/>Oops.  The magnetic plate hums a soft complaint as it bounces a few feet into the air, whining its way back to the course of resistance to stabilize.  A bit too much power there...<br/><br/>"So did they pick your costume...I mean uniform for you too?<br/><br/>Ally smiles.  "Um, yes... it's, well... a little silly.  Super-heroish and all... a cape of all things, and this flexible material that is supposed to be resistant to all conditions and extremes."  She grins then, "It's kind of sexy, I guess.  I bet you'd look amazing in it."  Grinning, she eases the bar down.<br/><br/>"So what can you do, besides press at least a 1,000 pounds?"<br/><br/>Still smiling a satisfied, somewhat excited little smile, she sits up from the weight bench.  "Well... apparently I can't fix anything more complicated than changing the headphones on my iPod, but I got this... weird... flying thing."  With a soft, girlish little laugh, she leans forward and shrugs.  "Not trying to brag, and I know it sounds silly, but it's the best part.  Makes me feel free."<br/><br/>Feeling a little like she's bending the rules is, well, a liberating feeling.  "This is the most I've spoken to anyone here.  You're, um," she doesn't attempt to hide her glance this time, "easy to talk to.  Which is unusual, being that you're sexy as hell, too."  She winks then, the gesture almost sweet, perhaps a little playful, but definitely an invitation.  "I would love to see what you can do to a car.  Or just about anything, for that matter."  She lifts her arms to adjust her ponytail, keeping them up at her sides for a bit longer than may be absolutely necessary, her golden-brown skin still clean and without the exercise sweat she had come in here for.<br/><br/>"My workout can wait, if you're done with your tour for a while.  I really, really appreciate your help."