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

	Chloe smirked a bit at the french woman's snappyness. Always on edge, she supposed. Well, that's probably what living in Nazi-occupied France did to a person. Chloe would do her part to fix that bit about the Nazis. Then again, the other guy with the mucked up face was a bit nicer, wasn't he? 

	[color=fff79a]"Well 'ello Lilliane, pleasure to meetcha."[/color] Chloe said chirpily, putting a hand on the leather jacket tied around her hip as they walked.

	[color=fff79a]"No one'll be puttin' me 'gainst the wall." [/color]Chloe rebuffed, proudly jutting a thumb toward her own heart. Some element of Lilliane's comment went right over the young woman's head. [color=fff79a]"Not with the powers wot I got. Once we're clear from any crazed germanic gunmen I'll tell the lot of you about her. Wanna make sure no one overhears us, yeah?"[/color] Chloe said, narrowing her eyes and dropping her voice to that of a stage whisper- in that her voice was the same level as always but with a harsh raspyness to it.

	[b]BOOM![/b]

	Chloe flinched, whirling her dark ponytail around as she whipperd her head from side to side, then looked towards the vague direction of the source of the sound. [color=fff79a]"Awright, bloody hell. What was that?"[/color] Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow.
	
	After a moment of hesitation Chloe crouch ran over to a nearby wagon and hunkered down, eyes wide, the smile sticking to her face like a bad habit.