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She felt…[I]old[/I]. Granted none of her new compatriots seemed that much younger than her, but she could tell she was the oldest one there. She watched them as the filtered in, the red-head with a chip on her shoulder, the short kid with eyes that seemed older than his face and the [I]tiny[/I] boy with a lever-gun who was trying to pass as as a girl, and doing quite well. The only thing that’d given him away was the fact that Aden had had a chance to watch him approach from some distance, the way he moved wasn’t right; that said, Aden didn’t really care, though she questioned the practicality of the skirt. 

The stoic man, who’d been there when Aden arrived, spoke of them heading out as the gate groaned open. [colour=367736][b]”Aye,”[/b][/colour] She said, standing and slinging her scattergun over a shoulder. [colour=367736][b]”Best we should be about it. Got to earn that princely sum they’re paying us.”[/b][/colour] As this played out, there was a slight twinge of jealousy in the back of her mind, because while she’d been observing the other Hunters, she’d sensed Gamas interacting with the other Spirits, something she wish she could do. At times she’d pressed her ‘friend’ for information about its kind, but it was never overly forthcoming.

As they started moving, she angled over besides the boy in girls clothes. Aden was a [I]bit[/I] tall compared to most women, but next to this boy she felt like a giant. [colour=367736][b]”Aden,”[/b][/colour] She said conversationally, extracting a hand rolled [url=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lpognq93y8o/TOGrqppmk1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/MOjMm5xiuMI/s1600/stonewoodcheroot.jpg]cigar[/url] from a tin and lighting it with a battered lighter. Once it was drawing properly, she blew a stream of smoke straight up before making a motion towards the lever gun. [colour=367736][b]”You have much time with that iron? Been thinking about getting one myself.”[/b][/colour] She reached back and patted the butt of her scattergun. [colour=367736][b]”This is all well and fine, but sometimes a bit more range would be nice.”[/b][/colour]