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Platz was apparently on the same team, Reserves, whatever it was with this young lady who had unwittingly insulted him. Her backhand compliment brought a slight smirk on his face, while he shook her hand earnestly before returning his hands to their resting position by his sides, relaxed for now. She seemed aware of the family business back in Atlas, from her question and comment on their work preceding him, and she introduced herself. Ah, yes, Platz recognized the name Sarga Motors. They rain transport guarded by Atlesian military forces, and were suffering rather unjustly at the hands of brigands and Grimm alike. A grave shame indeed, but he spoke candidly on the matter as she commented on seeing each other fairly often. [color=a36209]"I know of Sarga Motors, my condolences that the Atlesian Military cannot do more to protect against the hostilities aimed at your family business. It is a pleasure, Lady Sarga."[/color]

Something did seem a bit amiss as Platz wrapped up his little off tangent, something in the facial movements. The smile seemed more awkward than genuine. Perhaps hitting too close to home? He didn't pursue that, after all, he wasn't readily aware of what weapon she had decided to use anyways, so perhaps she didn't use such a intensely custom tooled weapon. Not all hunters, from what he had seen of the others at the Academy, seemed to use such things. Perhaps they thought skill made up for less than perfect tools. Fools, he thought with an odd amount of venom, a craftsman can only do so much with inadequate tools, no matter how skilled they be. A tool befitting the wielder was necessary to draw out the best in a craftsman, whether they be novice or grandmaster of their trade. And of course a tool must be cared for properly, lest it be allowed to dull and fall into disrepair, making it worse than being merely a subpar or inadequate tool. But, he arrested his train of thought back to the subject at hand. [color=a36209]"Just a humble opinion, Lady Sarga, nothing more. What equipment do you prefer to use, if we are to be allied with one another for the forseeable future?"[/color]

Best to know what she was capable of, since as far as Platz knew, she was his only teammate so far. Temporary or otherwise since the idea behind these so called Reserves was to replace losses in the main teams. Being spare parts still irked the young man to no end, but he certainly attempted to keep that in check. Of course, he happened to see what looked like the filthiest boy...no, not a boy, a second glance at the structure of the filthy lout's build revealed feminine traits. A woman? Rather ratty and generally dirty looking, and the wolf beast hardly looked much better. She seemed to glare at the two of them before returning to what looked like slobber covered bone. Did...the wolf beast claim that meal for the two of them? He could have commented on the sanitary issues with such an arrangment, but considering her dress and overall cleanliness, or obvious lack there of, well, he need not bother. She seemed hardly concerned with such affairs. Her glare seemed out of place, considering he could not readily think of any reason he would have attracted such a look.

[color=a36209]"You do know, madam, that there are more viable sources of food than what looks like comes from a waste bin, yes?"[/color] Using madam in relation to the disheveled looking tom boy was, well, almost feeling like he sullied the word in the process. But, polite would be polite, even when pointing out a less than clean manner of acquiring sustanance for one self and their pet. Companion. Boyfriend. Whatever that wolf thing qualified for to the young woman. He wouldn't put much past her, from looks alone, and considering her devouring of scraps. For the sake of diplomacy he kept his mouth shut beyond what commentary he had made thus far, after all, he hardly knew her temperament beyond the glare. Perhaps she was in rough straits and hardly wanted ot admit it? Some folks pride, or refusal to weigh upon others, put them in dire waters. Noble, relying on one self, but if someone cannot hack it alone, as they say, they should not be so bold as to over step their limits casually. Test them to expand them, certainly, but not outright ignore them. That was foolish. But between the Lady Sarga and the disheveled looking one, this was turning out to be an odder day by the minute.

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