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"Your right, cat, I would never hit you with lightning. It's far too inaccurate. However, if you tried to kill me, you would be the one in pain." Elizabeth smiled at the texan next to her. She had decided to call him cat because of his eyes, and because there were no other traits by which to identify him. Well, that was until he shimmered. Her eye caught it all. The man's form didn't [i]shimmer[/i]. It flashed, in and out. Too quickly for her to notice what the other form was, but it happened nonetheless. 

"No, I did not com here for a fight. I came here for a reason." Slamming her now empty pint glass on the bar, Elizabeth roared in laughter. The woman was sufficiently drunk now...

"Azrael, the name's Elizabeth, Lady of Storm and Blade. Whatever you do, don't call me anything other than cap't, boss, or Elizabeth." Turning towards the Cat, a rosy drop of color appeared in her pale cheeks as a drunken smile pervaded her system. "I'm looking for a crew. I'm looking for a pilot and a gunner. Would either of you be interested?"