[ If she's a damsel, she certainly doesn't look, or feel, like one - the leather jacket pulled tight and crisp over muscled shoulders, face set in a scowl.

But it softens, a little, as he turns to her, and she glances back over her shoulder at the crowd. ]

Thanks. Yeah. Was never good at that sort of thing. [ She turns back to him, narrowing her eyes a bit at the ears, then meeting his gaze with a solid and straightforward one of her own. ]

So. Think it's safe to say you're one of us, then. ImPorts, or whatever the word is. I'm Takara.