"He's scum and not the good kind." The golden eyed thief made such remark while pickpocketing a small plaster from a near by drunk. What was a dance to most told Kayle troubles faced. The dancer couldn't buy a gun herself her husband knew every move outside this place. Tonight the dancer would liberate herself. More importantly Kayle didn't have to hand over any credits,
From there the siren moved to sit by the mysterious figure known as but a number, "right let's begin by skipping intros seeing how it's pointless. Rumor has it a fair share of guns girls and gems are west. Don't know about you but those three Gs are my favorite things. My standard tactics won't work a mech shows up they'll run. Waltz in kill spree reward. Shall we venture that way?" Her hand raising to point west.