The android didn't really pay much attention to the fact that Nessa was partially undressed. Things like modesty and shame don't really apply that much Sev and her kind. However she did manage to contort her face in order to reflect genuine disgust when Nessa presented her pet Phantor. Sev was never really fond of vermin type animals. Concepts like 'cute and cuddly' were also lost on her. Sev liked to focus more on practicality and the way people and things could be used to obtain an objective. Ra didn't exactly fit into the practical category as far as Sev was concerned. She eyeballed the tiny beast for moment, analyzing it to see if it was archived in her database. No search results were found according to her heads-up display. The occasional lines of static would roll over her field of vision like a VHS tape that's been played too many times. That blow to her head was having some lasting effects. Sev shook her briefly before tossing a few bundles of clothing onto the bed. [color=92278f]"Here"[/color], she said simply.
	She then knelt down to rummage through the bag of firearms she'd been carrying and pulled out the assault rifle she'd bought. It was a classic shade of matte black with a brown leather shoulder strap. Serkash had been so kind as to throw in an automatic pistol and a sawed-off shotgun that looked slightly homemade. She shrugged herself out of her trench, which was still splattered with bright blue blood from her earlier scrap with Six. Turning over her right arm to asses the damage, she noticed an X shaped scar just below her elbow. Under normal circumstances the wound would've healed completely, but apparently the intense heat of Six's knife could do permanent damage to her body which was alarming. Sev took her free hand and rubbed the sore spot before casually wiping the blood away on her jeans. She carefully draped her coat over the desk chair that she hadn't been using before sitting down to field strip the assault rifle to ensure that it was in working condition. As she sat there and meticulously picked the firearm apart she cast a glance over in Nessa's direction. Her silhouette cast oddly shaped shadows as light from the morning sun spilled into the room.
	[color=92278f]"I....I don't think I've properly introduced myself"[/color], Sev said quietly, [color=92278f]"You can call me Sev. I figured you might as well know my name since we're gonna be on the run together"[/color]. Once she finished neatly deconstructing the firearm she set the individual pieces on the desk in front of her and swiveled the seat of her chair around to face Nessa directly. Her glowing azure eyes scanned Nessa from head to toe once again, noting her wings and trails of energy that seemed to radiate from her body. She knit her brow in a confused fashion [color=92278f]"Nessa, what are you?"[/color], she asked. [color=92278f]"I have a catalog of almost every known species built into my brain and I've never seen anything like you"[/color].  


	From her vantage point on a rooftop Six watched the massive sun rise over the horizon. Her keen eyes could even see the particles of sand being swept up by the winds that mercilessly ravaged the wastes beyond the city. Time was running out. If she didn't manage to get a solid lead on this bounty soon then she'd end up losing the trail. So far she'd only managed to find her long lost sister. The only sister she had left. Seven wasn't even as formidable as she used to be. The android felt.....Conflicted? Or maybe it was just a minor system malfunction. She shouldn't 'feel' anything. Especially not for the one that abandoned their family. Throughout the years sometimes Sev was the only one she'd ever had by her side. Six steeled herself, now wasn't the time to get sentimental on another piece of hardware. A job needed to get done. Her creators expected nothing less than perfection on her mission and she always delivered. Six stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets and strutted over to the edge of the building she'd been staking out. Apparently a bunch of the local filth had pilfered the crash site of the Shade Skipper. She'd been listening to the gangers talk most of the night and some of them witnessed a blue-eyed android with silver hair speeding from the scene. Curious indeed.
	Just as Six was about to pounce on the unsuspecting thugs, a familiar figure entered the scene. A stuffed-shirt Council bounty hunter. A mischievous smirk tugged at the side of her face. With that, she sprung from position on the roof and landed on the hoods of one of the gang's hover crafts. The machine dented with an audible moan from the metal underneath Six's weight. The thugs scrambled about, already on edge because of the woman that had shown up moments before. [color=f7941d]"You know, I think I've figured out why you're so bad at this"[/color], Six addressed the woman directly. She casually stepped down from the hover craft, hands still in her pockets. Her movements where slow and methodical, like a panther stalking it's prey. Six's eyes shown with the same hue of the rising sun as her eyes flitted from one ganger to the next. She was sizing them up, waiting for just one to react. [color=f7941d]"You can't just stand there and loom over them like you're some sort of monster"[/color], Six continued. In an instant, one of the humans closest to Six lunged at her with a jagged rusty pipe. Before the fool even had a chance to realize what was happening, Six had managed to rip the pipe from his hands and shatter both of his knee caps causing him to slump to the ground moaning and wailing. [color=f7941d]"You have to get your hands a little dirty. Try being a little more social"[/color]. The android knelt down and pulled the man's face from the ground by his hair. [color=f7941d]" You might be able to walk again, but you only get to live once. Now, be a good boy and tell us who you saw with the android"[/color].