Condition: Soaked
A brief grin at that, followed by a salute. "<Ame ga furanakattara yokattanoni>," the elf adds, then shrugs. "I will not complain about the lack of ice, however. Especially lacking a helmet." Dismounting from behind Shrike, she pulls out her teammates sidearm from within her jacket and offers it back to him (grip first of course!), before looking back to the rigger; by this point the reply from Mulpa had come through, leaving the foxelf feeling less guarded.Stygge wrote:"Could've done without the fog," Stygge replies, trying to match the weird-looking elf's level of friendliness, "but at least the roads aren't icy." Her voice sounds a bit rougher than what one might expect for an elf so, with her motorcycle helmet covering her head, the only thing that might clue an observer in is her tall, slender physique - something that would be trickier to spot when she's seated on her motorcycle and wearing an armored jacket over her jumpsuit.
"It sounds like you were expecting us. Sort of. <Hajimemashite, shinpiteki-san>... I go by Wraith," the white-haired woman adds, giving a polite bow and swish of a tail. Yep, a tail. Wraith barely looks old enough to drive but seems to have a cautious calm to her demeanor that belies her age.
Once the rest of her team arrive, the foxelf excuses herself but lets them know that she will remain in contact via their shared channel. "I have a few things I need to take care of this evening. Stay safe." Then, to Stygge, another bow. "<Yoroshiku onegaishimaus>, perhaps we shall meet again."
