Flynn The Volitale - Character Sheet
Habitual avoidance of the gaze of anything that seemed of a ruling class Flynn didn't meet either of their eyes even as the man and woman stared at them. Flynn was busy looking at the crowd moving around to find exits or cold weapons shadowed against the fires of their bodies. Many seemed more likely to be weighed down by jewelry which the saurid had to resist an urge to laugh at the shiniest human women. The finery and frills were strange but Reachers knew the social habits of her race were a bit inverted from human norms. Though it was why her wife got her moniker Flynn thought Didi's small crest and strength were attractive but the spindly down-brained woman in front of her seemed more a mockery of males better and more attractive than her. She didn't seem to have cared to fill her male companion's head with anything but water either and it wasn't what a male deserved.
Flynn kept her voice down, as the two costumed void-for-brains blathered on, to whisper to Shirou and David in her fluted English, "If this place is anything like slosh-head and the ruling city ruins I've been to they have streets too wide to defend well. The blocks maybe if the alleys lead to inner courtyards. They actually put flammable plants and cloth everywhere." @The Wanderer @BobTheNinja
"Maybe I can get a view from the sky at night," she continued as she started to hear the drone that everyone else did and looked upward to the blimps and bright red paired stars of airplane engines and their pilots, "Or not."
Flynn's dagger squirted through the exposed palm of her cestus gloves then caught the handle to direct a query at David, "I'll keep my husked guns in reserve. You know these soldiers? I can't see that far in color, are there markings?" @The Wanderer