Aug 21, 2013
Her movements were wary already; even from the back this figure stood in an imposing manner. Her hand fumbled to her hip keeping it in place mostly out of safety though a part of her doubted she'd be fast enough.
There seemed to be many eclectic dressers in this time. Only four years pass and suddenly there were cyborgs that looked a hell of a lot different than anything she'd seen in her years.
"And who might you be," her call out is laced mostly with nervous anticipation. If the figure attacked she'd have to be quick, but she hoped it didn't come to that.