[center][h3][color=fff79a]Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka[/color][/h3][/center]

	Chloe nodded at the comrade frenchman and gave him a wave as she travelled to the foreign agent.

	After seemingly being admonished Chloe quirked her head to the side, a gesture of admittance. [color=fff79a]"Fair enough."[/color] She said, still smiling. Nonetheless their liason informed them of their objective anyway. It had been a few hours, and it's not like it was written down anywhere. She exhaled smoke, briefly tapping her cigaratte onto the dirt, before sticking it back between her lips. The music had already faded the moment she got off the plane. She stuck her hands back in her leather jacket pocket and moved the two halves around in an idling motion. While she doubted the feeling was mutual, Chloe liked Lilliane already. She looked like an independant person, no nonsense, and could get shit done. Her fashion was unorthodox, something that seemed to be common with affiliates of the Speedwagon foundation. Chloe couldn't exactly wear her outfit around town, but out here people were allowed to express themselves more. Another reason she could never fit in with a real army. Lilliane was also pretty, especially her unusual amber eyes. She also had a timeless look about her, but Chloe guessed that she was in her thirties. 

	[color=fff79a]"Alright, sounds good,"[/color] Chloe said, considering the plan. [color=fff79a]"My name's Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka. Most people call me annoying, but Chloe's easier to say."[/color] She introduced herself to the as of yet nameless foreign agent infront of her, hoping that the blonde-haired woman would reciprocate. As she spoke, she noticed the temperatue here was significantly warmer than where she had just been. Removing her leather jacket she tied it around her waist. While it was somewhat visible with her jacket on, the intricate cherry tree design that flowed up her left side was more plainly visible now that she was just in her white crop top.

	[color=fff79a]"I'm followin' your lead, Miss,"[/color] She said, gesturing with an open palm toward Lilliane. Her words trailed off, allowing an easy spot for the foreign agent to insert her name and introduce herself to the crew.