[h3][center]~Cecil~[/center][/h3]

[@RyuShura][@FourthKing]
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[color=silver]"A-ah?"[/color] Cecil couldn't help but to giggle lightly as Bolt observed her. Boy, he moved faster than some of the creatures in the Zone! Too bad this kid was entirely human. Otherwise, she might have found him actually adorable. [color=silver]"Hehe."[/color] She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, white hair still blackened with some soot from the earlier mishap.

Of course, it wasn't too far-fetched of a conclusion for him to come too. Normally walking around with such a wide array of mods and seamless Catalyst integration was likely going to raise a few flags. Wasn't the first time someone had called her out on them, or at least questioned her possession of them. Thankfully, such people were usually fellow divers since they were the only ones who typically saw them. Most of the time, she only kept the one in her Jack on her. Her stun baton and pistol were typically kept hidden under her coat or bag. When moving through back alleys like this though, one had to be prepared to run into the unsavory sort.

[color=silver]"O-oh?"[/color] She offered him an impish grin at the mention of a 'secret organization' and a job. It sounded very much like the same reason she was here. [color=silver]"Secret organization? Mission? If you plan on turning them down, that's too bad. I was looking forward to working with you and your adorable robot."[/color] She paused for a few seconds before laughing and continuing. [color=silver]"Sorry, sorry, no, I'm no Alchemist and I've never set foot in the foundry. Well, I might be a bit of a self-taught one, buuttt...I'm most just a not-so-humble technician."[/color] She didn't elaborate more than that. While the kid obviously had some skill, he probably wouldn't entirely understand the specifics of making one. [color=silver]"Juuuust so happened to have the thought to take apart an existing class-A catalysts and go from there. After you understand how the parts on one machine works, it's not hard to understand how it'd work with something else if you're clever enough."[/color] She gave Bolt a proud little grin before moving the conversation elsewhere.

[color=silver]"You can call me Traveler. That's sort of a name I picked up in the Zone. Hehe, I've probably seen more of that place than some people older than me."[/color] She gave him her usual grin. [color=silver]"Thoooough...you and your adorable robot can call me Cecil, if you want."[/color] She started fiddling with the settings on her Arm Jack, glancing over her shoulder towards the dark recesses of the alley.

Once you spent enough time in the Zone scurrying about, hiding from the various creatures and machines that exist there you started to develop a certain...awareness. A bit of a sixth sense, at times. Not really anything concrete, just a feeling of either being watched or a bad feeling in general. Sometimes it was nothing. Other times, it was a very good idea to listen to that gut instinct. If you thought you were being watched, it was always a good idea to double check your surroundings. If you thought you were in danger, it was probably a good idea to find cover and leave the area. Perhaps it was just a bit of paranoia?

Unless you were like her and had a nigh insatiable curiosity, especially towards the ancient metal that carved its way into the earth.

[color=silver]"Buuut...enough about me. You ever been in the Zone before, kiddo?"[/color] She asked with her usual demeanor. [color=silver]"I started when I was ten. Lost my arm and leg there, heh. Probably a bit of my sanity too, buuuuut that's irrelevant. Spend long as I have out there...you start to get a bit paranoid about who's watchin' ya."[/color] Suddenly, her hand drew the gun from her belt, face still plastered with a smile as she turned towards the area she thought they were being watched from.

[color=silver]"Hey hey, it's rude to eavesdrop on people, ya know."[/color] Her left arm was still on her pistol, and it was quite clear that despite her friendly demeanor if whoever this was so much as showed at least a bit of hostile intent, he might find himself a few brain cells short.