*Once she had his attention, though, the figure turned as much as she could without straining herself. She had a beige complexion, her eyes and the vague tuft of her hair was dark brown, and at present-- what little of her uniform was exposed indeed resonated with his own…The only 'caveat', it seemed, were the big-blocky letters on her shoulderblades. Bright yellow, the paint spelled "STAFF", and nothing more.*

"…My name is Alex." * She responded, right after he'd paused to observe, but neglected to move even a fraction more-- a prolonged safety largely hanging on his approval  afterall .* "--I was hired to d-do the catering o-on weekdays."

"--I--Ah…I have an ID in my pocket, If you don't believe me.""…' Lower left, b-by the measuring cup." * She suggested, swallowing all-too-dryly, the longer he judged.* " …I'm not offended you would ask, either, sir-- I've seen the 'illusions' before."

"--They're awfully convincing."

The ARC Medic was silent for a moment, his face stoic and unreadable before he finally gave a low grunt of agreement and stepped carefully forwards. He kneeled down beside her, still dwarfing her in size as he studied the wreckage with analytical golden eyes. After a some careful consideration, he began to remove pieces that would pose no issue or harm to her, tossing them easily to the side.

@lets-tmnt-topside

Sniper looked up from the hole he was patching up in his pants, giving Alex the kind of expression that hoped for the best but expected the worst. For those in the Gravel Wars, if something could go wrong, it would not only go wrong, but it would take it to the next level of going wrong. Sometimes it didn’t, but those were rare, blessed times. 

“Um, sure. Fair warnin’ though, my taste buds ‘re a bit shite. Can’ say no ta chocolate though.” Liam smirked, but obliged her, leaning forward and trying the treat, licking his lips soundly. 

Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

AN OVERWORLD STORY

It was another typical visit from the other, she had went and brought them fresh groceries. Seemed no matter how many times the blue mutant insisted they were fine and could survive on stale and even expired food, she wasn’t listening. 

Not like they were that low on food right now anyway. They still had a few cases of food that they hadn’t even gotten into yet. Though, he supposed she brought them healthy food and stuff that could fill up two hulking monsters better than stale chips could.

“You don’t have to keep getting us food you know.”

© - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere

“Oh! Wull, what about ya there, we goin’ somewhere?” Liam had been lost in thought in the halls when he’d felt a push against his back, a little taken aback by the suddenness. He blinked at the woman owlishly behind his glasses, but seemed to be going in whatever direction they were going regardless.

@lets-tmnt-topside

Sniper had been wondering that himself as he had wandered around, opening doors and peering into each room he came across. So far, Alex had been the first person he’d seen, and the lack of other mercenaries was more than a bit worrying.