>>6348124"Pleased to meet you, Godmother. Call me Red while we're on missions."
The crippled woman steps forward and responds with a unique handshake; rather than using her organic right hand, which remains firmly planted on her weapon near the crank, she extends her mechanical left hand, and inverts the wrist so she can shake his right, thus placing her metallic thumb on the bottom, similar to how a right-handed fencer shakes hands with a leftie duelist after a bout. The cold, unsympathetic grip of prosthetic fingers betrays her clearly impressive strength, necessary for her use of her weapon. Her lone emerald eye clearly shows that she's haunted by memories of war, and her unique armor and prosthetics suggest she's a former refugee. Upon releasing his grip- and nodding an affirmation that she's indeed TFV - she'll run her metal fingers through her hair, before picking up her weapon again and heading back for the stairs.
"Expect a firefight to break out shortly... I'll see if I can't draw some of their fire."
And with this, she ascends to assess the situation directly, deploy scouts, reinforce the guard, and assign weaponry to specific squadmates of the dozen or so she brought.
