[center][h1][color=a187be]Risa Couri[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] ARGUS HQ, Athens
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Lucas, Oliver, Greta [/center][hr]

	[color=a187be]"Good, all the better to pop a cap in your ass and don't encourage him,"[/color] Risa quipped over her shoulder as Lucas called out. 

	She kept storming off, turning towards the direction she needed to go to get to Lucas's quarters and retrieve her side arm; her hands balled up into fists till her knuckles went white. Passing Greta and Oliver she forced a smile but it was obvious she was a little more than furious at this point.

	[color=a187be]"Greta, Oliver,"[/color] she said with a court nod as her bare feet padded against the cold marble flooring. 

	She usually would stop and exchange pleasantries but right now she was on a mission; a personal one. She nearly spat, asking Oliver to teach her boyfriend of a street rat some manners for the Gala but bit her tongue; she didn't want to give Lucas anymore ammo right then.

	[color=a187be]"They think I am wearing another one of these after this mission, they have another thing coming,"[/color] she huffed under her breath. 

	Yes, it was a Gala but there was no reason she couldn't wear some couture style that included pants; they really needed to up the dress code. Their gadgets and weapons were state of the art; why not the clothing.

	Suits were timeless but half the time she was surprised she didn't have to cinch up into a corset for events such as these. She had worn feminized suits to Galas before but no, had to be a dress. If she could even call it that. More like spare fabric. Think they could at least make it bullet proof, but like that would matter if she took one to the chest, there was nothing covering from her neck to navel.