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[color=mediumslateblue]"Second thoughts? I am still having first thoughts. Ask again after coffee."[/color]

[color=dimgray]— Ninochka Nikiforov, Dark Winter[/color]

[hider=Nina][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5656672]Ninochka Nikiforov[/url]
Max MP: 70 Current MP: 70
Casting: N/A

Gear: Goggles (Inactive) Monster Tracker (Inactive) Food (4) Kevlar (4) Pistol (4) Medical Supplies (4)

Leveraging: N/A[/hider][/center]

Coffee, for Nina, was a can of cold brew, probably one of those overpriced ones stowed away in each room's fridge. Or fresh from what was hopefully one of the many vending machines in the hall, and not one of the many shady convenience stores in the city. Neither of the other two Maverick girls could be entirely sure where or when she'd acquired it. Absent the rigidity of a strict schedule, she seemed to naturally drift towards retiring to bed early and rising before the sun did, though she didn't show an ounce of the stereotypical energy early birds were supposed to have. How did the old saying go? Healthy, wealthy and... well, two out of three wasn't bad. The woman seemed to take every aspect of her life in stride—an absolutely glacial one, to be sure—but to her credit, in the brief time they'd been acquainted, she'd always been punctual, prepared, and keeping whatever icy quips might be rattling around in that quiet, unenthused head of hers to herself.

In the context of a compulsory, unending beach vacation, her usual preparedness made her look ready to volunteer for lifeguard duty. Just, as soon as the caffeine kicked in. [color=mediumslateblue]"Good morning boss,"[/color] she replied tepidly. Even in beach attire, she was still wearing a jacket. Did she ever hang that thing up, or did she wear it to bed and take the time to iron it every morning? [color=mediumslateblue]"Da."[/color] She nodded. [color=mediumslateblue]"Shark man is acting like all is well,"[/color] she observed, brow furrowed. [color=mediumslateblue]"But is deceiving situation."[/color] She understood that her job was in jeopardy here, at least, even if she hadn't known the others well enough to be particularly empathetic about their disappearances. Indeed, she didn't seem to be feeling much of anything about any part of this situation, except tired. She downed the last dregs of her cold brew and tossed the empty can into a waste bin that was, uncharacteristic of the city's usual condition, rather empty. [color=mediumslateblue]"[i]Poekhali.[/i]"[/color] She flashed a thumbs up.