the halcyon. (walk-in/casual. ipc) 7/28. noon. windy.

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[BlackWind1.1]

location: playground_ with: jez_mind.state: ask.again.later_ feeling: some.news_

After seeing his boss on the ground, Floyd ran to him. Sure, he would have those acts of defiance, but unlike Jez, Beatrix, and the rest of the world, he didn't hate the Seeker.

Black saw Jez toss the shell to the side, an act that cause Jackson to raise from the hit, snatching the trinket like it was the last sample in a grocery store. The sight was interesting, to say the least. Jackson cradled the stone husk in his hands, hunched over with wide eyes. It was precious to him, the opportunity. If there were more like this...

Would Black know? Unlikely. "It's hard to say. Legs was a pack rat. Most of those items came from all of our adventures and more. My motorcycle was in that thing, after all." He let out a sigh with a tinge of annoyance. Yes, the Radiant King would place things inside a box that had the magic of the purse of Mary Poppins. Weapons, vehicles, foods, maybe even bodies. Who knows? One thing's for certain, one weapon would not be Jackson's. In fact, it took all but a glimpse to see.

Partially buried in the mess was a rather ornate sword. It was a rapier, adorned with gemstones on a scabbard. That was definitely not a Christmas bonus for some factory employee. "There we go." Black hopped towards the weapon, the motion actually made the paranoid Jackson curious. Picture how fast his jaw dropped when he saw Black spiritually the Sword in the Stone scene, all in one swoop.

"Wait a minute! How did you...we were here all day!" Jackson would bark to the bar owner.

"Well, it looks like you missed a spot. No biggie." Black knew that a weapon the Seeker's hands wouldn't be a threat to anyone. Well, that's only a half-truth. If there was one person that would be in danger, it'd be Ranger Jackson himself. Or Floyd, him too. For his sake, Black handed the blade to the curious succubus. "There you are. Consider this a gift for a new."

There it was, another humiliation, another time where Charles Jackson was left out in the cold. Well, not today, not now. He had to save face, and now was the time. The Ranger would stow the shell in one of his many pockets, standing tall while glaring at the couple. He let out a growl from the gutters as he said, "Gimme that back."

With that demand, the Seeker pulled out his trademark weapons, two sawed shotguns. Shotguns with random small chains at the meeting points of the cannon and handle. More decoration than anything, but Jackson felt like it gave him some street cred. Bitches love fancy looking weapons.

"Back? Dude, I found it first."

"Shut up!"

Ultrim Mass

Kappa_Six

Jen-Til

[Jen-Til]

»Location: Industrial Area
With: Black, Floyd, Jackson
Status: Ooohh, shiny~
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Jez dropped her hands to her sides as she watched Black retrieve the decorative sword. Definitely not something she could use in its current condition. It'd either go on display in her mansion or she'd fix it up and make it usable. Maybe both. For now, she caught the sword in both hands, slipping the blade carefully from the scabbard. Jez held out a finger and rested the base of the hilt against it, testing the balance of the sword. "Hmm, pretty fine craftsmanship, I must say." The decorative jewels on the case certainly appealed to her, as well. Her eyes lit up with excitement when Black told her it was a gift. She practically squealed and wiggled her hips happily at the news.

Her celebration was short lived, however, as Jackson, as always, spoiled her mood. Jez glanced up to Jackson from over the edge of the sword. She grinned to herself, putting it back in it's sheath. Though she was still grinning, her expression was far from one of delight and more of a 'challenge accepted'. "Oh, Jackson...hate to burst your bubble but...that sword is mine, now, doll." She propped the sword up against a pile of rubble, her gaze never leaving Jackson's. The color around her pupils swirled until all shades were gone, her eyes now completely white and pupil-less. Now was as good a time as any to unfurl her rather impressive black wings, the two shapes taking form at her back with no shortage of popping and cracking. Jez rolled her shoulders back and spoke once more, her tone almost haunting with its natural reverberation, "You want it back, you'll have it take it from me." She dragged her tongue over the tips of her fangs, her claw-like nails curling around the sword once more, holding it in the air as a taunt.

[BlackWind1.1]

location: playground_ with: jez_mind.state: ask.again.later_ feeling: not.this.again_

Black felt the mood change, as soon as those sawed offs were drawn. Apparently, today was not going to be a steady ride. Floyd almost jumped at the sight of those things out to play. Mostly because he knew when Jackson starts shooting, most of the environment leaves broken. The plan for him was to not be ventilated by his partner. But for some reason, Floyd felt a change in mood as well, but there was something else. Like...an aura. Almost like something was growing heavier, was....it Jez's essence?

Then came the sound of the snap, crackles, and pops. The succubus' body was literally transforming for her long lost addendums. Black would only stand silent, knowing that the woman could take care of herself, but at the same time, see the wings in a better display. Floyd's eyes were widening by the sight of the transformation. It was surreal, the the unraveling. Seeing Jez's flesh stir in ways that muscle could not fathom, then it happened. Those massive black wings bearing a confidence as huge as the one the owner possessed. Plus that voice...the voice filled the factory to the point that it was inescapable.

Jackson was also impressed, if not a little scared. However, his arms stood strong and still. Legs were shaking like a leaf, but at least his mind was on the prize. "You..." It was obvious to him that his attention had to be focused at the target, this lady right here. Those eyes....those wings, she was definitely not human. The last time they met, he was aware, but this time he knows. His trembling flirted with inching towards his entire frame, but those gun range classes would be a waste if his sights were shaky. No, this was his moment, and he wasn't going to let some short, big-titted girl get in his way. That sword was necessary to him, and she was in the way. "Ever since I've been in this shithole, you and that scrawny kid have ruined me! You, him, that gray haired b***h, even that one b***h with the coal mouth! Not anymore! I'm not going to be beaten by the loose b***h of the group! I'll put another hole in you for your boyfriend to stick his goddamn d**k in! Time to get Seeked!"

Remember that allusion to those gun range classes? Forget that for a second and see what Jackson's doing. His arms flailed at every buck of his shotguns. Which meant that not only most of the shots were missing, but the rest were going everywhere.

This left Black to sigh, "Oh crap..." He felt the twitch of one coming near his way. Easily one to be evaded, just a small dash towards Floyd made things work for him. Once he was close, he told the assistant some sound advice, "You might want to find a place to hide, though..." Being realistic, "This shouldn't last too long."

Ultrim Mass

Kappa_Six

Jen-Til

[Ultrim Mass]

cetasus

BlackWind1.1

Kappa_Six

Jen-til

Echo: The Last Shaper

Location: Halcyon 1F
Status: Surprised - Nosey
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ (100%) Vitality
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ (100%) Energy: Raw
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ (100%) Plast
Directed At: Anyone Nearby

In the middle of his thoughts surrounding Henry, something ticked the edge of his peripheral sense of energy. It was far away, but intense. A deep, passionate crimson energy, with darker vibrations in it, increasing. The shade and silky texture felt extremely familiar to him. Down to a particular female, although he didn't like to guess until he could confirm.

Typically, experience would remind Echo that he shouldn't dig into other people's business. However, familiarity combined with a sense of luck goaded him on to try. "Pardon me for a moment..." Echo stepped back through a doorway out of sight. After a few minutes, he would step back in the room, but without his bag, sword, or metal/heavy cloth gloves. He was wearing a simple pair of thin cotton black gloves and black wristbands instead. There were hints of texture on the gloves that made his hands seem rather deformed beneath - bumpy and uneven. On further examination, you could see white bandages under the thin gloves.

█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ (100%) Vitality
█ █ █ █ █ (50%) Energy: Raw
(0%) Plast

Meanwhile, a completely seperate man, albeit identical, wearing all of the gear, and responding to the name Echo, took off out the backdoor towards the startling source of energy, a deeper curiosity in him.

[Jen-Til]

Location: warehouse, With: Black, Status: It's on like Donkey Kong!

Jez knew Black could handle himself and Floyd should any flying bullets find their way to the side lines. This left her completely focused on the barrage of ammo being unloaded in her general direction. Jez laughed and started walking toward Jackson.

Most of the shots simply whizzed past her but an occasional one managed to clip her, one even tearing right through her arm. She barely flinched. As she continued walking, the small wounds were healing, leaving no mark. In full form, her rate of recovery was increased tenfold. It would take a lot more heavy damage at once to give her any pause. Even with her secondary methods of feeding, she was in fine form.

Jez stopped about five feet away from Jackson. Tipping her head to the side, her next move would be a blur to a normal being. Her body darted forward, claw-like nails extended and slashing through the barrel of his left shotgun. She pushed off his arm to casually flip behind him, her eyes glowing in the excitement. Now, about that other gun...

Jez glanced over at Floyd and Black with an expression silently asking Black if he wanted the honors or if she should go ahead and end this mess.

[BlackWind1.1]

location: playground_ with: jez_mind.state: ask.again.later_ feeling: so.fast_

"Bitchbitchbitchbitchbitch!" Jackson roared as the endless shots spat out of the barrel. This was going to be his moment, the time of glory, so he might as well embrace it. Opening his eyes would help, right? The Seeker would do just that, only to see the gap in between them narrowing. The muzzle of the gun did not hide the fact that the succubus had no mark on her, just what the hell was she?!

Jezebel was the real deal, and she heard about the goals of this meathead. Would this mean that the lady was angry, and she would feast on his flesh as a way of stress relief? Thoughts of worry started to taint his mind, convincing himself that he was to blame for not slaying this girl sooner. He just had to concentrate, focus and- there she is.

Both Black and Floyd were observing the moment of futility in front of them. Both of them saw the same thing but had different viewpoints. One was of intrigue and the other pure horror. Guess which one matches with which. Black only had brief encounters with Jez's true form, sans wings. It was an interesting spot to see the woman from the sidelines rather than confronting her. Floyd was convinced that this was going to be Jackson's final hour. It's one thing to talk trash, but it's a different ordeal to start shooting. As much as he was willing to admit that Jackson brought this on himself, the assistant still didn't want him to die. Not like this. But what could he do? The woman did moves he couldn't even see. Was Jez as demonic as the Seeker told when this pushed?

Jackson only felt one hand becoming immensely lighter after whatever she did. His eyes widened to take a look at what was his trademark weapon but that was the moment in which she was fine. This happened so fast, the Seeker couldn't even think about trying to find her, even if she was simply behind her. He had to admit, that fear was coming back. Jackson was all for a long, drawn out battle, but this all happened too quickly. He was aware of the movie tropes for a fight and he knew that instead of a climactic finale, he was dealing with an old fashioned a** whooping.

Black took a glance at the assistant and his worried eyes before looking onto Jez. He knew that look, it was for the last hit. To be fair, he sent the Seeker on his way last time, so Black would give a nod to the succubus to end this. As long as she didn't kill the guy, he was fine with spectating.

Ultrim Mass

Kappa_Six

Jen-Til

[Ultrim Mass]

BlackWind1.1

Jen-til

Echo Prime: The Original

Location:The Playground
Status: Concerned
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ (100%) Vitality
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ (100%) Energy: Raw
Directed At: Black, Jez, ??????

Now, he didn't know much about the strangers near Jezebel and black, but when Echo lurked his way over to the warehouse and saw the idiot blasting shotguns left and right, Echo knew for sure that his fears were unfounded. Jez seemed in perfect control, and on relatively sociable terms with Black. He entered the area casually, and made eye contact with Black. "Hey. Sorry to snoop around. I felt a familiar energy in a rather combative surge -" he gestured to Jez" - and thought I'd make sure you were alright - that you both were." Echo's more protective instincts were showing at this point. "If you guys are busy, I can get get out of your hair. If you're busy in the other way, I can be back up."

He seemed to be offering as a friendly measure now, and less as an actual concern. He knew as well as Black did that there was no actual threat to his or Jezebel's safety. Echo was good at sizing people up at a quicker glance then most If anything, Echo didn't naturally have the speed to dodge shrapnel spray, but . Deep in his thoughts, however, Echo had concerns about Jez. In his experience, anything that had a more primal form had some risks of losing some of their more gentler natures to them, especially under extreme emotional duress. It seemed like she had things well under control though, so that worry subsided somewhat. The real question would be if she was going for a killing blow - something that Echo both believed and enforced should be avoided unless there's no way to detain someone. He steeled himself - not sure if Black would stop her from trying to off the guy. Echo's anxious assessment of the situation may have just been over-worrying - they were good people after all - but he would still ready himself secretly to respond, just in case.

[Jen-Til]

Location: Industrial area, With: Black, Echo, Status: Got an idea...

How satisfying would it be to just snap his thick neck? Mighty tempting, she wouldn't lie...

Getting the signal from Black, she wasn't about to sit around and wait for Jackson to start shooting again and risk hitting his timid (and adorable) partner. She'd greet Echo once things calmed down. Which would be VERY soon.

Jez dragged her tongue over her teeth, immediately thinking of a solution immensely more satisfying in her mind. She wasn't going to kill him or even injure him, really. She was going to hit Jackson where it'd hurt the most. No, not his bait&tackle...his pride, naturally!

Her fangs elongated and before he could turn around, she was on his back, teeth sinking into that thick neck of his. By feeding off his heightened emotions she'd regain some of her own expended energy and drain all of his. Sapping him of strength and embarrassing him at the same time seemed a win-win...and without any blood shed! So to speak~

The color in her eyes brightened. If she had gone "feral" her eyes would have been white voids with no pupils. The bright shades of red helped show she was still herself, in her right mind. A simple tell, true, but a tell, nonetheless. Now, to wait for the wall of a man to pass out and maybe sleep off some of his steam...

[BlackWind1.1]

location: industrial.area_ with: jez_mind.state: normal_ feeling: wat_

"What the-?!" Jackson felt a tight grip on his back, feeling the succubus on him with a contact that was quite conflicting. "Getting dizzy, tits...on back! No! Get it off me!" Now, both shotguns were dropped, he needed his arms to get this girl off of him.

It was like a cartoon, really. The Seeker's arms were flailing, trying to reach his massive arms on his broad back. If you had the same view as Black or Floyd, all you saw was a bucking bronco with flapping black wings.

Black arched his eyebrow, "So, she went with the cat on the curtain call. That's interesting." He looked at Echo for a moment and then at the sight. It was a serious thing to observe, "No, I think we're good. Feel free to take a seat. Did you bring any snacks?"

Floyd on the other hand was in complete shock. The site of seeing Jez biting the guy's neck was gruesome. What was the saddest insight? That Jackson probably was into this by some extent.

It took a while, but Jackson started to slow down. His actions were less sporadic, but his words were still as incoherent as ever. "No, Mama....Don't....don't gag me....I'm going to school today..." With that, the Seeker reached his threshold, and with that, he was out. The man plopped to the ground, which attracted his assistant to rush to his aid.

Ultrim Mass

Kappa_Six

Jen-Til

[Jen-Til]

Location: Industrial area, With: Black, Echo, Status: aaaand done.

Jez knew he was going to put up a fight. Who wouldn't? Well, actually, quite a few wouldn't. This kind of thing could generally be quite pleasurable to her victims...if she wanted it to be. All his flailing did very little to deter her. It certainly didn't take long before the beast was down, so to speak.

Jez was almost sick over the fact she chose to come into physical contact with the oaf but she felt it was the tamest and most personally beneficial choice outside of killing Jackson. When he finally dropped, Jez released her grip from the large body and stepped back, smoothing down her clothing. She mockingly dabbed at the corners of her mouth, her eyes returning to their normal shade of red. Flexing her large wings behind her back, she placed her hands on her hips and watched the ever faithful Floyd rushing over. She hoped the display didn't startle him overly much. She was, after all, quite fond of him.

Relaxing and turning a smile to Echo, she winked to the old friend then casually strolled over to scoop up her new sword. "How goes, Echo? Been a while, hmm?" She propped the sword over a shoulder, debating if she should go ahead and put the wings away, having served their purpose...

[Saka Hirozumi]

Tsusaka Hirozumi

Saka had become a bit of a shell of his former self, a fighter with nobody to fight, no new challenges... Like a vehicle in an accident the man had smashed nose first into a problem that every fighter will eventually come to face, and he had to do it alone, just like everything else in his life. The six-foot-one Adonis of war just seemed to travel like a vagabond now days with no real aim, no real passion, and a dimming light flickering in what was once a fierce competitor. Occasionally halting to light another cigarette the man would have found himself down to half a pack at best, since his last lover Jael had up and vanished Saka had decided to move onto new horizons and seek out new meaning in what little life in him that human had managed to reignite. Having distanced himself from the legendary brawlers arena The Garage the former entrepreneur decided to pay a visit to one of their biggest allies and affiliations, even if he no longer spearheaded the arena scene anymore, the man was still a career bouncer by trade and a good bouncer is seldom found during this day and age.

At least that was the idea until the ruckus just down the street had managed to pique his curiosity, the man would have dropped the half smoked stick of cancer and snuff it out under the weight of his steel-toe s**t stompers. The travel would have been short to say the least, the man simply followed his metaphysical senses, his nature, his gut instinct and would have found himself approaching a small group of people, one of which he knew from affiliation. "Ah... It's you... Should have figured my favorite business associate would be getting into some trouble." A masculine voice would have rang out, deep and billowing yet gentle and smooth as silk as the words rolled from between his thin lips. Saka's hands still resting within their respected hip pockets as the brawler approached, most people would have been deemed rude or inconsiderate, Saka was used to such things, he never gave a ********, Black would have known this from their previous dealings.

Up close one could have made out Saka's features better, his face was relatively handsome considering the fact he was in the business of ripping people's heads off with his bare hands. Wit seemingly symmetrical features and broad, strong defined lines, like his powerful jaw and neck and a sharp nose dotted the space between the lightly illuminated pair of emerald iris's. The sun kissed flesh of his face was hugged, caressed even by the shoulder length mane of charcoal colored locks of hair which stood about with its own life. His torso was equipped with a leather jacket, ebony in color with stitching lining its edges, and beneath it the man wore an opened button up shirt, ivory in color, it was mainly used as a liner against the much often annoying leather. The openness of his torso apparel allowed an unrestricted view of the man's two-hundred and five pound build with only ten-percent body fat within his entirety it was as if he were carved from granite like that of the old Roman statues. Low cut ebony trousers did little to hide his V-line and the upper most portion of his pelvis, seemingly strapped on with a belt to hang off of his powerful hips. The legs of his trousers lined with metallic chains which entrapped either leg like that of a constrictor as it strangled the life from its prey the chains were revealed to be buckled at his ankle. The tops of the massive steel toe boots were hidden under the legs of his pants, though the metal capped toes of said black boots matched the chains of his pants legs.

"Heard you might have a bouncer position open... You're in luck because I'm out of a job." Saka stated while keeping his eyes fixated on Black, how ironic to run into the possible employer while wandering the streets. Saka knew better not to ask questions such as 'why?' from his days in the military, so he bothered not with the fine details regarding the situation and location.

Location: Wandering the streets, Industrial Area
With: The Skeletons in his closet
Status: Looking for trouble... And a job

BlackWind1.1

[BlackWind1.1]

location: industrial.area_ with: jez.echo.saka_mind.state: normal_ feeling: this.guy_

Black would take a good look at the sack of bloated muscle knocked out in front of him. Floyd was initially worried, as usual, but thinking about all of this, it was the natural way of things. This Jackson brought it on himself. It came to the point that he started to ask himself why he puts up with this stuff? So, Floyd's interaction with the Seeker was short lived. The Assistant's arms went in a slump, his head bowed down before he stood back up. Knowing his friend, he'd be up soon. Or eventually, the guy was lucky.

Floyd would locked eyes with Black but the contact was short-lived. Apparently a guest was nearby.

Black would hear the voice and turn his head towards the source of the new sounds. It was the face of an affiliate, one with a reputation as large as his rap sheet. The guy looked like he had his deal with a ton in life, almost the same vibe Black had with Jez after being around her for so long. "Yeah...you can say that."

The bar owner was walked towards Saka, curious about why he would even make his mark here. The inquiry of a job almost took Black for a surprise. "A bouncer huh? Well...we are always looking. Zombies and king killers do like to show themselves from time to time." A bouncer would be nice. The last one bailed, never to be seen again. Still, making his way down here, Black was convinced that there had to be some sort of reason of his arrival. Or was he like gust around here. "Don't tell me you just dropped by for a job offer. A guy like you has connections, why come here?"

Saka Hirozumi

Ultrim Mass

Kappa_Six

Jen-Til

[Jen-Til]

Location: Industrial park, With: Black, Echo and a new face, Status: Who might you be?

Jez watched Floyd fighting with himself again. She huffed out a small sigh, her hair fluttering from the effort. She closed her eyes, relaxing her body as her wings folded in on themselves. They made a little less noise than when she unfurled them but little could be done to stifle the crunches and cracking. With her wings safely tucked away the familiar scar like slits along her shoulder blades remained the only reminder of her feathery appendages.

Jez rolled her shoulders back, her more feral features having returned to their normal lengths, as well. Jez strolled past Floyd, reaching out her free hand to pat his back as she sauntered by. The comforting touch was brief as her attention quickly moved to the stranger looking for a job from Black. They seemed to have history, by the way the spoke. Being, well, how she was...Jez was a tad jealous of the familiarity shared, her territorial instincts kicking in. She brushed it off and feigned nonchalance as she approached the two, her newly won sword still resting across her shoulder, propped up with her arm...

Jez's crimson eyes glanced between the two though she kept to herself, not wanting to be rude. Her ears perked up while she looked over the old acquaintance of Black's. At least he was attractive. Dragging her tongue over the tips of her fangs, the feline succubus started to tap the toe of her heeled, leather boot, awaiting introductions.

At least Echo was around to fill her time, if necessary. She was genuinely glad to see the old friend, her full lips curling into a small smile at the reminder.

[Saka Hirozumi]

Location: Industrial Area, Warehouse
With: Black, and an Alluring Beauty
Status: Looking for trouble... And a job

"As long as you don't mind blood and guts getting smeared everywhere, I have a tendency to make a mess of things when I get my hands on people I'm supposed to kick out." Saka stated, his voice unchanged as he shared casual conversation with his affiliate. "Sometimes when you have as many people after you as I do... It's nice to branch off and take the road less traveled, plus new territory opens new opportunities." His attention slowly shifted to the woman that approached, a small grin curling upon his lips as she began tapping the toe of her boot. "But of course, a man such as myself always has his own personal motives for anything... It would have been a mock of your intelligence for me to state otherwise, I fear neither these people after me nor am I entirely hurting for a job. I guess one could best say my motives are my own, and mine alone, and outside of narcotics and picking the occasional fight you'll find no issue with me. I wish to not burden any individual in your acquaintance with my presence and I can assure you of that my friend." Saka would have finally remove a hand, his right one to be exact to produce a pack of cigarettes, taking a moment to light one before replacing the contents back into his pocket as they were before. His attention turning back to the woman as he awaited Black's response to what had just been spoken, after a hit from the wrapped tobacco Saka would have blown the smoke from his nostrils and spoke up and this time to the unknown face. "If I knew that you kept gorgeous women in your vicinity I would have taken this job last year." He half joked, and half flirted to acknowledge the woman before properly introducing himself, well a first name and a job description. "I'm Saka and I'm in the business of ******** people up and having fun... Who might you be?" That last statement was spoken without the cigarette between his strong thin lips, he offered an out of place chuckle with the last thing that was said... Fun... Black probably knew that for Saka that meant destruction, narcotics, death, and a s**t ton of adulterated activities.

BlackWind1.1

Jen-Til

[Jen-Til]

Location: Industrial park, With: Black, Echo, Saka, Status: Intrigued

Jez lowered the sword and slipped her hands behind her back, carefully slipping the antique weapon through a belt loop until she could stash it away at the mansion. If she really wanted to, she could call upon a servant to handle the prize but that felt too unnecessary. She wasn't so careless and selfish, anymore...

Sliding her claw like nails through her long, red hair, Jez smiled to the new face, amused by his introduction. She wondered if he was just being playful and charming or if her naturally alluring aura was already affecting him. Either way, she instantly took a liking to him. "Just my kind of debauchery, I must say." Jez glanced at Black sheepishly. If anyone knew even a fraction of her wicked ways, it'd definitely be him. Her voice was practically a purr when she responded once more, "Jezebel Sumire, luv. Jez works just fine, though."

She was curious to know how the two were familiar with one another but she figured she could just ask Black, later. No sense digging into history here. She was determined to keep her good mood and not let curiosity poke at her. Folding her arms under her generous bust, Jez popped out a curvy hip, tail flicking around behind her. "Well, I'd say I'm ready for a drink. You comin', Floyd?" She wasn't anticipating a yes from him but wanted to issue an invite, nonetheless. Looked like he was still mulling over his unconscious partner lying in rubble, anyway...

Jez looked between Black, Echo, and now Saka, waiting for the signal to head over to the bar.