Every word from Gurevich's mouth made Rio want to go up to his GEAR and absolutely trash it, but the woman had enough self-restraint to refrain from such barbarics. The fact he even dared suggest their styles were complimentary was ludicrous- this reckless egghead didn't seem to think [i]anything[/i] through. To add to that, he even insinuated that she is relunctant to engage in combat. Utter nonsense! Union was made to support everyone, of course she wouldn't get up close an personal. Unlike Gurevich, she wasn't intent on getting her GEAR disabled before the fight had properly started.

Rio sighed and ran a hand through her ponytail, twirling around with the soft hair a little bit. While she'd been pretty hung up on Gurevich's words, Atlas also brought up another thing. To go back to grab a bite and discuss it further, as well as counting on Rio to help him formulate battle strategy. She kept learning just how naïve, trusting and idealistic Atlas was... but maybe that's for the best. The team was already looking mismatched, so a little bit of optimism couldn't hurt. Even if Gurevich made it hard to keep said optimism rolling.

[color=94ffad]"I suppose I owe you that much, Atlas, after all these theatrics. It's not such a bad idea, anyway."[/color]

Now here's to hoping that[i] Gurevich[/i] didn't tag along. Somehow, though, Rio had the feeling he would.