[hr][center][color=bc8dbf][h1]Frankie Cabrera[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[b][ Fleetwood Subway Station ][/b]
[@Polaris North]

Frankie snorted at his last comment, almost throwing herself off balance in the process. “Well, thankfully I was just kidding about that.” She giggled, continuing her routine as she just about folded her body in half, touched her toes, and held it there. “I mean, sure I might be limber and somewhat agile...” Her body rose up slowly as she inhaled deeply and then stood up straight again, a smirk showing across her face. “But does it look like I can pack much of a punch?” She laughed again. It was good to laugh, since she rarely had the opportunity to anymore. “But, I wasn’t tossed into this group for my combat prowess, that’s for damn sure.” 

Once again, her attention swept over toward where the Brotherhood group was congregating, and not sure how she’d missed it, but the woman who was once inside the belly of that behemoth machine was now standing next to the empty shell. “Wow, so I’m not the only short chick here.” Frankie whispered with a grin, noticing quite a height difference in the female soldier, relative to the others around her. Even the battle armor suit seemed to tower over her like a looming sentinel. The girl had to admit that she felt a tad bit envious however, not so much because of the heavy gear the B-O-S personnel toted around with them, but the camaraderie. It was something that she’d missed terribly after being taken from her home and a community she adored, and if anything could be derived from being with a group of raiders for a period of time, it was there lack of fellowship and trust. If anything, they seemed to have no problem throttling someone in their sleep if it meant one less mouth to feed or a possibility they would be betrayed. 

“Maybe it won’t be so bad...” Frankie sighed as she turned her attention back to the tall ghoul. She hated to think of him as such, considering even in the short amount of time they’d spoken, he seemed more lively than many other’s she’d come across over the years. With one last stretch of her neck muscles, she pulled up a small milk crate and plopped down, the plastic underneath cracking a bit under the abrupt pressure. “Take a seat if you want.” She finally said , sipping a bit of water from her canteen and pointing toward the empty wooden ammo crates across from her. She was, for the most part, surprised just how quickly she warmed up to Marvin, as she usually stays quiet around other strangers. But, maybe it was the fact that he was as much of an outcast -if not more- as she has been even though he has most likely lived five times over her own lifetime. Which reminded her…

“Ok, so I’m curious.” She finally built up the nerve to ask. “What’s your story? Like, where did you come from? And -if you don’t mind me asking- how [i]old[/i] are you?” Her expression was a bit nervousness mixed with intrigue, if there was such a thing, but Frankie loved learning as it was the only way to understand the fallen world around her.