[center][h1] Clover Sandleford [/h1][/center]
[b][code]Zun - Just outside the Airport.[/code][/b][hr]

Clover had to give this country credit for one thing; nobody around here was going to be giving her ears a second look. She was used to getting at least a side eye, maybe some trouble from people taking her for a mystic, but around here she was just a drop in the bucket. That was a legitimate genie over there, for pete sake. Next to that some bunny girl hopping along down the trail wouldn't draw any attention at all.

It was what trails she should be hopping down that was puzzling her. One direction was as good as any other, she supposed. She'd just be walking around looking listening for insane helicopter noise and the lamentations of stall owners. She was about to play eeny meany miny moe to pick a starting direction when this guy walked up.

No, hold the phone on that. Did she say guy? What she meant was "giant." Some giant in a big white coat walked up and asked her about the noodle guy. Pretty swell of him to pick up on that out of everything going on right now. She smiled up at him. "People that don't treat their servers with respect are no better than fleas or ringworms. That goes double for Nomads. Ain't martial arts suppose to be about respect and discipline and all that jazz? They're lucky I ain't here to set up shop, cause the first one that tried that schtick with me would wind up countin' stars."

She turned fully toward him and put out a hand. "I'm Clover, by the way. Soooooo," she said, letting her eyes wander up and down that long coat of his. "What's up, Doc?"