[center][h1][color=ac00e6]Khaliya, The Swordwind[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]December 3rd, 2286
Fleetwood Subway Station[/u][/b]
Interacting with - [@Apocalypse][/center]

The subtle hum of her armor encasing her provided just enough background noise to cover the silence in between their greetings, and reminded her that perhaps she was putting herself a little too much in the center of attention. It was just a little thing, but with so many eyes on her, she couldn't help but slowly assess the threat of each person in kind, how they chose to bide their time while waiting and their own reactions to her and her husband. Thoughts turned to ideal angles of attack, priority targets, non-combatants, possible crossfire opportunities and- Khaliya hid her irritation well with a smile, seeing the extended hand before her and the mutual decision to stand down.

It was the smart move of course, just as Jeremiah had pointed out to her just a moment ago. They had to work together for the mission and being at odds right out of the gate would not do well for that. Just as well, she needed to perhaps prove that she wasn't entirely like what the Brotherhood was made out to be. With just a press of the actuator within the glove of her right hand gauntlet, the back of her power armor opened up to release her. Mechanical clasps keeping her in place within the exoskeleton clicked open and with a slight hop she came out the back and stood upright, running a hand through her shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair. Off to the side Jeremiah had seen what she was doing and disengaged from his own conversation to do the same.

Now free of her power armor, she presented an [i]entirely[/i] different picture than when she stepped into the subway and definitely from how urban legend had described her. Standing at just barely over five feet, she was a head shorter than most of the others in the subway and walked with a casual ease that made it seem as if she was not at all serious about what lie at the end of the tunnel. Khaliya simply smirked up at "The Mask" who stood more than a foot taller than her.

[color=ac00e6]"Khaliya is fine."[/color] Grasping her hand firmly, she was already dedicated to the comment that made Jeremiah groan from across the station. [color=ac00e6]"I'll have you know, that most of what you've heard about me are [i]tall[/i] tales."[/color] She pulled away, putting both hands in the pockets of her uniform pants and just swayed slightly there with only pavement beneath her feet, the toes of one foot flesh and pressing into the concrete while the other being the metallic of a mid-grade cybernetic.

[color=ac00e6]"Perhaps at least one of our team-members here has a map, though if not my husband and I have enough experience with recon to guide us where we need to go. Where exactly that is, I have no idea just yet, but I'm sure we shall find out in due time."[/color]