[hr][hr][center][h1][color=crimson][b]Thalia Carmichael[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=dc143c][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	The more Thalia thought about their joint venture, the more she wished that she had grabbed her spear and bag from Lola's tank. There was no guarantee that she would be seeing her belongings anytime soon. If things went massively south, there was no guarantee that she would see them, or her good friend Lola, ever again. She had grown very fond of that unstable bitch over the last few months. It would be a damned shame if their travels ended here. Thalia told herself that this was a detour. Just a small detour to take care of some business; balance the equation, as it were. Her people were dead because of these assholes, and so they got the unique honor of a representative of both the Shieldmaiden community and Familia Gonzalez paying a visit to set things straight. 

	Though her mind was working elsewhere, she did want to make a showing of being present with the conversation at hand. [color=dc143c]"Lime sinks... Yeah, ton of those down in Mexico."[/color] Her reference of familiarity with Mexico might be taken as odd considering her mild New England accent. [color=dc143c]"Never saw one that big. Not that wasn't a couple thousand years old."[/color] When she was younger, Yucatan Peninsula. Damned pretty sight, almost perfectly round and filled with gemstone blue water. Tourist attraction that was almost certainly used as a sacrificial pit by the natives long, long ago. There were even rooms and walkways carved out in the bottom. Maybe she would give it a look one day; the crowd would be a lot thinner. She hoped. But even thinking on it, the hole that was Newnan [i]had[/i] to be a lot, lot bigger then even that. 

	She was feeling a little more comfortable around this new lady who liked giving orders. Not fully trusting, of course. And she had to note that the other person in the truck with them was the guy that she met just that morning. It wasn't the best case scenario. She would have preferred to be with people she knew well, trusted, and of whose capabilities she was fully aware. This was a craps shoot. At least she knew the bossy lady could fight, if pressed to it. But could they be quiet? 

	[color=dc143c]"Wait, you don't know what supplies your guys were carrying? Shit, counting assets is a priority if we're going to go killing a lot of people."[/color] And she did intend to kill a lot of people. Bad people. People deserving of it. Her mind was crystallizing around that concept. Tio would be proud. Concerning Alexander's question, Thalia wryly responded, [color=dc143c]"Don't you worry, Mugs. There's always more assholes to worry about."[/color]