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

	Chloe grimaced, chuckling slightly as the little robotic creature climbed on her and stuck it's little needle thingy into her. She winced, but it felt good to not be losing blood anymore. It hurt, but not as much as last time, so she had a bit of experience. So far she was the only one who had been in need of Bad Case's services, and with her personality and close combat stand, she imagined that wasn't going to be changing any time soon. At least she had The Reaper to split some of the aggro with. Chloe had already assumed Till was going to be joining them on their journey to hunt enemy Stand Users and kick some fashy ass. Meanwhile, Lillaine spoke of what guns to get, but she was hardly informed on the subject. Maybe Lilliane could pick one out. Right now all Chloe had was her Sten.

	Once Bad Case was done, Chloe briefly ran a hand over the re-smoothed skin of her bare belly, wiping off some of the blood. With a warm smile she scratched the sides of the little robot's "face", like it was a dog. When she realised that Tupolev could probably feel that, she hesitated, before scratching the top of it's head instead with a giggle. Then, she gently shooed the Stand off of her as she straightend up in her chair.

	She realised her fingers still felt like she was holding cold steel. At the frenchwoman's comment, Ritz shrugged indifferently and put the silverware back in it's proper place. The large wooden automoton looking Stand seemed happier now that her User's injuries had been healed.

	Chloe sniffed, rubbed her nose, and leaned forward. Her elbows were on her semi-torn jeans. Yonoka, unlike Tupolev, saw fit to answer the woman's questions. It seemed the frenchwoman wouldn't be getting a consistent approach to earning her trust.

	[color=fff79a]"We're with the Speedwagon Foundation!"[/color] Chloe chirped cheerily, after Taras asked her name. Her smile was big, bold, and not-at-all neutral.

	[color=fff79a]"Here to help sort out this mess!"[/color] Yonaka referred to the entire country, apparently. She glanced around. The black-haired ponytailed woman saw fit to be the first to introduce herself to their humble hostess. [color=fff79a]"I'm Chloe, by the way. Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka. You can call me any of those names, should you like."[/color] Even though she was sitting, she bowed. Ritz watched on silenty in the corner, her smile as big as her User's.

	Chloe continued. [color=fff79a]"Thank you for invitin' us into your 'ome, also. Y'know, don't know what we woulda done withoutcha! Probably crashed in some burnt out buildin'. But now, we got...chairs, and, heatin', and...indoor plumbin', probably. Not really...not really sure um, yeah! You musta heard of the Speedwagon Foundation, right? It's a philosophical organisation. International. Real big, like, eh?"[/color] Yonaka's spiel was finished. She eagerly awaited the as of yet unnamed frenchwoman's reply.