<div class="floatright"><div align="center">-&lt;&gt;--&lt;&gt;- <strong>Lyra Vice</strong> -&lt;&gt;--&lt;&gt;-</div><br/>(http://i1308.photobucket.com/albums/s604/RedFangedWerehawk/punk_gun_girl_by_jkuo-d6u5s0c_zpscbb52208.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Battle Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><div align="center">Not Engaged in Battle</div><br/></div></div></div><br/>Lyra listened to what the other had to say as she sat at the table, showing her middle finger to the hunter as the woman callously insulted her. She quickly returned to her relaxed state, not taking very much offense at someone who fights in high heels. Lyra, on the other hand didn't look very much like a warrior. She wore loose fitting, comfortable clothes in bright colors that went well with her subtle, grey-pink hair and jade eyes. Heavy armor wasn't her style and showing off her goods was the least of her worries. The ogles from the men of her encounters were something she was simply not interested in anyways.<br/><br/>Lyra sprung up out of her seat when the woman called Felina came to introduce herself. She put her hand out signaling a handshake.<br/><br/>"Lyra, it's nice to meet you." She said to the room. The wildcard drew her gun from it's holster that rested upon her hip. Her eyes lit up and she spun the weapon around her index finger, showing off to the room.<br/><br/>"Of course I can open the way with this!" A wide grin stretched across her face. "It's called a Gun, and it's a girls best friend. I got it from a blacksmith a long time ago when I was living in the lands to the far north. It's a little weird for a weapon and extremely rare, but I like it." Lyra aimed the gun at a window looking down the barrel and closing one eye. "Sturdier than the earth itself, faster than lightning and more powerful than fire. I can take out anyone before they even know what hit 'em." She then pointed the revolver directly at Anna. "Pow." She said with a playful giggle before holstering her weapon.<br/><br/>She walked to the quiet one who had yet to speak. "What do you think? This is life or death we're talking about. Everyone should get their voice heard."<br/><br/>Her expression was no longer a beaming one, but a more somber, serious look. "I don't think that if we get arrested, they will let us keep our weapons, and I'm not parting with mine. The idea of rolling over to be captured like that doesn't sit well with me." She looked at Felina. "You seem like a nice person, but I don't know if I can trust that any of us will be able to break out once captured... Or that you will hold up your end of the bargain and free us without demanding something in return. Not to mention, Ms. Sunshine over here," Lyra signaled to Anna "Would rather us all be dead and go do things on her own so what's to say that she won't just leave us there to rot? I say barging in the front door is the only option that makes any sense. No room for hidden agendas." The gunslinger explained. It was not that she was always distrustful of people but these were people she just met who were voting for a suicide mission.