[b]Cynthia[/b]

Cynthia's eyebrow twitched and the smile didn't leave her face, but only seemed to grow more dangerous. 

"...Blondie?" She asked in a quiet voice, before placing a hand on her own chest.

"Arms, Armor, Vernier, Ascend."

One after another, her body was coated in four kinds of light, and in a second she went from the door to directly in front of Chrome.

"That's quite the high and mighty attitude we have." She said, her smile now completely gone, replaced by a cold, hard glare. "Tell me, since it's your job to 'babysit' these two, where exactly were you when we were on that island fighting for our lives? Oh, right, I heard you were cleaning a pool." She adjusted her glasses again and gave a warm smile, but her eyes remained cold. "Face it, stripper. With the three of us together, we can take care of ourselves perfectly fine without your interference. Why don't you handle your girlfriend and let me and my partner handle our own business?"