[i]Alright, looks like we got two. One or two more, I think, before we should head out.[/i]

Tori was, at first glance, unsure about the girl. She looked...oh, what was the word? She couldn't quite place it in the single word that she wanted to—tip of the tongue and all that—but despite the long sword hanging on her shoulder, the girl looked like if she took a single solid hit she'd be down for the count, and like she wouldn't be able to punch something out if she had rockets strapped to her fists. Oh, right, that was the word: fragile. And weak. 

Then, of course, she remembered that not everybody operated like she did, and that guns existed. She'd spent so long working on her own that she'd somewhat forgotten the use of any weapons other than Sigyn. She thought she'd been a pretty decent shot once, but she hated guns. No connection to them. She saw something like a revolver on the girl's belt and nodded slightly to herself. All things considered, that was pretty obvious, and she'd been pretty stupid to call her fragile and weak. If she was here and getting alerts from the Vytal board, she'd been through a combat school and graduated. That should definitely be enough. Still, given how she spoke, she was more than likely a bit of a nonconfrontationalist, someone who would rather dance around issues than go right to the heart of the matter. [i]Well,[/i] she thought, [i]at least it's just for one job.[/i]

Then her eyes fell on the boy that came up to her, and a single thought went through her mind: [i]Now[/i] that's [i]more like it.[/i]

Yes, he was slim. Yes, he didn't look like he actually had any weapons on him, which could be a problem, in theory. Yes, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was. But he was decently tall, covered in lean, strong muscle, and looked like he could take a hit. And, as a plus, he was a Faunus, so there'd be something in there that made him superhuman in some way. Always a plus. To Tori, it didn't really make a difference whether there were additional ears on someone's head; it was all secondary. What mattered was whether or not he could handle himself in a fight, and he certainly looked like he'd be able to.

Then he opened his mouth, and Tori looked up at the sky. [i]Whoever's up there, thank you. Thank you for sending me someone who knows how to NOT mince words.[/i] One of the reasons she'd never signed on with a team after she graduated from Atlas was that pretty much anyone she met had a seemingly-unbreakable addiction to small talk. They would talk, and talk, and talk, but in the end, they wouldn't really say anything. Ever. Even when they did, it was so buried in the endless mountains of words that it was impossible to tell what they were saying anyway. To Tori, with her blunt, direct nature, it was both totally asinine and insanely frustrating. She just wanted to tell them to shut up and say what they wanted without beating around the bush like some sort of little brat from Vale. And, more often than not, she did. Hence her lack of companions. Finding someone who, at first impression, seemed to be just as straightforward...how long had it been since that had happened? Since way back in school? She couldn't stop a wan smile from breaking out on her face as she thought of it. [i]I wonder if he likes to drink. He looks a little young, but feh, did that ever stop me?[/i]

She nodded. "There's a charter boat on the southern coast. I've paid for passage to and from already. Good thing too, because I've got nothing left in me." She shook her near-empty change purse, then held out a massive armored hand to each of the two, looking at each of them once. "Tori Frejsdottir, Atlas Academy. Don't fuck me with, and I won't fuck with you. Sound good?"