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

	Chloe shook her head as Alouise told her sad tale. She furrowed her eyebrows and once again tried to get comfortable in her seat. After a moment she rose. She placed her cigarette between her lips and inhaled, exhaled, letting the calming fumes filter through her systems. These Nazi punks really did get her blood boiling. And unfortunately, they're trip so far has seriously suffered from a total lack of Nazi ass-kickig. Besides some brainwashed goons they haven't been able to get their hands on the scrawny necks of the REAL baddies. Like that ballerina bitch, or an SS officer.

	Taras seemed to have a good idea, and Chloe soon came to agree with him. She plucked the cigarette from her lips and looked sadly down at Alouise.
	
	[color=fff79a]"I'm sorry, luv. I wish we could stay, but we gotta job to do."[/color] She rubbed the back of her neck. After a moment, she stood straighter.

	[color=fff79a]"Rest assured, someday we'll come sweepin' through town like a broom sweeps dust and dead roaches off a once polished floor. These bloody parasites- we'll pop 'em like ticks. The thing with ticks though is that you gotta be careful and thorough." [/color]She held the cigarette in her lips and mimed pulling a tick off her arm. [color=fff79a]"Otherwise, the head gets stuck."[/color] The metaphor felt right to the british woman.

	[color=fff79a]"And you...you're brave, Alouise. I dunno if it means much, but I'm glad you're here."[/color] Chloe smiled genuinely.