<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/46/Jay.png/545px-Jay.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jay Asarde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Presidia Streets<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liam and Zaine<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Investigation things<br/><br/><hr/>Jay kept an eye on landmarks as well and while she didn't have the organized filin cabinet of a brain that Liam had she could manage decently on her own. That aside she knew not to completely rely on her comrades.. Not because they weren't reliable but because you couldn't really use their special skills and traits if they died. Death was always a risk on this job, even just walking down a street on a pleasant evening.<br/><br/>Her breather mask was strapped on, so as the ghost of a smile graced her lips at their readiness to progress onward it was only when the corners of her eyes wrinkled in mirror that they'd even catch a glimpse of that appreciation. "Great." She waited long enough for them to get themselves good and ready, then they were off.<br/><br/>"I'm not fond of hooch, personally." She shrugged. She'd learned long ago that drinking on the job could bring consequences none of them were ready to take responsibility for. That aside, she didn't like feeling like she wasn't in control of her own body. "Guess I should have said<i>micro-distilleries</i>, but small settlements like these seem to really excel when it comes to fruity moonshine." She chuckled in fond memory of some of her less recent deployments.<br/><br/>Jay glanced down to her wrist-com for a moment before leading them around a corner, "Hold up a moment, guys." She murmured as she paused before what was likely the only, if not<i>one of</i>the only, supply shops in town. It likely carried an assortments of things but what she was really looking for was mining and rock climbing supplies - more specifically a piolet and some sturdy rope she could throw into the pack stuck on her back. The same pack which held a couple of water bottles<i>besides</i>the canteen strapped to the side of it. She didn't remember seeing the guys grab any so she figured it was better safe than sorry. She was hoping the place would be open, couldn't hurt to ask the shop-keep a few questions either. He or She likely held a record of the larger or more expensive things sold in the shop and that could possibly come in handy later. Just because a lot of things had been stolen didn't mean that<i>everything</i>the 'thief' had was..<br/><br/>