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Spook was glad to see others enjoyed her story, particularly Rig, who even commented eloquently enough to make her blush underneath that mask.  Not that anyone would know.  [color=CAC100]"Thanks, I guess."[/color]  She adjusted herself slightly so her left leg laid flat on the ground and her right was pulled up to her chest, arms around it.  As food came around, courtesy of Isis and Jake, she took a plate and set it down before reaching up to her helmet.  Much to everyone's disappointment, she didn't take it off fully, instead simply removing the breathing apparatus that covered her mouth.  

Below was a pair of full, brownish lips marred by a set of deep, gnarly scars.  As most of her face was still obscured, the deepest of the scars was only visible to part way through her left cheek and stretched to the corner of her mouth.  It picked up around halfway through the left half of her lower lip, and extended down past her jawline and presumably into her neck.  She glanced around at the others briefly before picking up her haunch and taking a bite out of it, white teeth sinking into the meet and tearing part of the meal away before it disappeared past her lips.  The meat was chewed for a few seconds before it was swallowed, earning a few grunts of satisfaction as it began the process of digestion.  She looked over at Isis, a thin smile gracing her lips.  [color=CAC100]"Damn, not sure if I should thank you or Jake more for this.  Great catch, great cooking."[/color]  She resumed tearing apart her food like a ravenous animal, leaving nothing behind but the plate, which she set back down.  She then stood up and smacked her hands together a few times, clearing the dust and the remains of the meat from the gloves.  She then retrieved the half of her mask that she had removed to eat and reattached it, a few mechanical snaps confirming its replacement.

[color=CAC100]"Alright, if anyone needs me, I'm gonna head down to the river and wash some of this crap off my cloak."[/color]  With that said, she left in the direction Isis had most recently came from until she approached the flowing body of water, where she removed her most outer layer for her top half.  Underneath was a dark gray, skin tight suit that left little to the imagination, though armored plates were clearly in place to cover places that didn't need to move much.  Across her chest was a bandolier that held her handgun, knife, and apparently a leather bound journal, affixed to her back.  Her PDW was on the back of her belt, which still held up a pair of black cargo pants, while her sword was cast to the side for the moment, still in its scabbard that was normally strapped around her cloak.  With the black and yellow cloak in hand, she moved to the river bank and dunked it in, built up grim getting washed away by the flowing water as she scrubbed it away with her gloved hands.  In a little bit, cloak now clean though wet, she was on her way back to camp with the piece of clothing in one hand and her sword in the other.

For those that wanted to see what was underneath that cloak, she had an athletic build though didn't necessarily stand out when it came to sex appeal.  She did have prominent abs, though.