02-21-2014, 06:33 PM
If there was nothing worse than dealing with the reports regarding this mess, it was dealing with fucking insurance forms. She shot Jacques a look that begged him to choke her to death instead. It'd put her out of her misery. She forwarded the documents on to Trano, along with a message laid across post-it style. It read: You owe me in stern block lettering.
"Yeah I'll be accompanying you to the site,"
she answered but none too excited that the answer was in the affirmative.
She took stock of this corporal that appeared on the elevator. She shook his hand, noted his accent, age, weight, build, and any and all unique features he possessed. Not only to size him up, but to gauge any and all facets of individuality that would make him an attractive candidate to assist the CEO of the Legion. He seemed capable enough, and Reed joined them on the elevator with barely a notice of the details passing between the two men. However, while Jacques was shirtless, she made no effort at hiding her sizing him up in an entirely different manner - but that wasn't to say she didn't take immediate stock of all the features she'd gauged on Ime as well. By this point, she didn't realize she did it. The habit was a part of her.
When presented with the vest, a bulletproof version of Second Skin, Reed looked at the wad of slick material filling Jacques hand. Then glanced at his face. Then back down. She shrugged and took the gift. Might as well after all... Even if it stank of his sweat.
She shrugged out of her own jacket and offered it to the corporal like it was his job to be the elevator's designated clothes rack. Given that he was a corporal, she was doing him a favor. Call it a promotion. Her own shirt she peeled off afterward and tucked it between her knees for the time being. She was in incredible shape for her age. She was clearly no stranger to the weight room either, but her streamlined torso, waist and shoulders hugged muscle without being too masculine about it. She had absolutely no tattoos, or even so much as a mole anywhere on her skin. Her bra, a creamy white, was similarly neutral. Excluding her brazen wit and killer hot body, she had the look of one able to blend in to any situation.
The vest hugged her skin as soon as she pulled it on like it were made for her. When she returned the shirt, the overlay barely showed any sign of its presence. The corporal offered her jacket back, which she likewise shrugged back on, and by the time they reached ground level, it seemed nothing had happened at all.
They crossed the lobby with a few looks, but Reed was primarily absorbed with gathering details on her Wallet, including any and all signatures returned from Trano. Damn it I am acting like his fucking secretary. Oh well.
"Yeah I'll be accompanying you to the site,"
she answered but none too excited that the answer was in the affirmative.
She took stock of this corporal that appeared on the elevator. She shook his hand, noted his accent, age, weight, build, and any and all unique features he possessed. Not only to size him up, but to gauge any and all facets of individuality that would make him an attractive candidate to assist the CEO of the Legion. He seemed capable enough, and Reed joined them on the elevator with barely a notice of the details passing between the two men. However, while Jacques was shirtless, she made no effort at hiding her sizing him up in an entirely different manner - but that wasn't to say she didn't take immediate stock of all the features she'd gauged on Ime as well. By this point, she didn't realize she did it. The habit was a part of her.
When presented with the vest, a bulletproof version of Second Skin, Reed looked at the wad of slick material filling Jacques hand. Then glanced at his face. Then back down. She shrugged and took the gift. Might as well after all... Even if it stank of his sweat.
She shrugged out of her own jacket and offered it to the corporal like it was his job to be the elevator's designated clothes rack. Given that he was a corporal, she was doing him a favor. Call it a promotion. Her own shirt she peeled off afterward and tucked it between her knees for the time being. She was in incredible shape for her age. She was clearly no stranger to the weight room either, but her streamlined torso, waist and shoulders hugged muscle without being too masculine about it. She had absolutely no tattoos, or even so much as a mole anywhere on her skin. Her bra, a creamy white, was similarly neutral. Excluding her brazen wit and killer hot body, she had the look of one able to blend in to any situation.
The vest hugged her skin as soon as she pulled it on like it were made for her. When she returned the shirt, the overlay barely showed any sign of its presence. The corporal offered her jacket back, which she likewise shrugged back on, and by the time they reached ground level, it seemed nothing had happened at all.
They crossed the lobby with a few looks, but Reed was primarily absorbed with gathering details on her Wallet, including any and all signatures returned from Trano. Damn it I am acting like his fucking secretary. Oh well.