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

	[color=fff79a]"Wha-"[/color] Chloe sat up straight, her mouth turning into an offended "O." She looked between Liliane and Till. Evidently she had not expected such a response. [color=fff79a]"Wha- well, hold on!"[/color] She adjusted in her chair. Then she pointed indignantly at Tupolev.

	[color=fff79a]"That [i]Russian [/i]speaks French! Thank you very much!"[/color] She exclaimed. Once again she adjusted in her seat.

	[color=fff79a]"And- and, like I said, we're here to sort out this mess! Medical and conversation. Cons-conservation-"[/color] She laughed, flustered. Sharply inhaling she gathered herself.[color=fff79a] "Call it..."[/color] Her smile widened and she leaned forward, looking smug.

	[color=fff79a]"Call it preventative medicine!"[/color] Yonaka seemed quite proud of herself for that one. [color=fff79a]"That's what we're here to do. Don't need to worry 'bout no doctor stuff when you just beat the shit outta the fuckers goin' around messin' with everythin'! We're Stand Users! We- we use Stands! It's in the name! Without us, alla you poor sods in this room would be over the barrel!" [/color] Her argument concluded she crossed her arms and sat back, seeming triumphant. She glanced back at the frenchwoman.[color=fff79a]"So yeah. Speedwagon Foundation."[/color]