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Archer smiled at the cheerfullness of Aletta. It made his cheeks hurt so much he had to whe she flashed her teeth.

Archer Slowed the bike to a stop and then hopped off. His sweats sticking to his legs where he had begun to sweat quite a bit. "My name is Archer" he stated bowing to Aletta, "and it is to my extreame pleasure to make your aquaintance. Please for give my rudeness for not taking your hand, but I am hot and sweaty not fit to touch one of the fairer sex." He smiled as he straigtened. She may be young but that was no reason to skimp on the basics of respect.

He took a towel from around his neck and began to dab at his face. "I too am a rew recruit" he stated.

Moira grinned with a slightly smug expression when she had guessed right, and watched him sit down in front of her with an amused expression. He had nice eyes--

Stop that, Moi. She chatisized herself absently, watching him.

Grinning sheepishly, Moira glanced down at the cards that moved swiftly, shifting and shuffling together and back into place in mere seconds under her hands. She glanced up with a slow smile, shrugging. "They're a regular deck of playing cards." She admitted, holding the deck up to show the Ace of Spades at the bottom of the deck. "Sort of a security blanket." She added thoughtfully, shuffling the deck again.

Having a loud-voiced woman who didn't sound all too friendly suddenly getting shoved into Eponine's face was not a pleasant experience. Slipping away and putting about a foot's distance between them, she noted the strange quality to her English. As well as the strange topic. "Yes, very nice lights," she mumbled whiel scanning the room for something to help.

Eponine suddenly spotted a familiar face: the Irish man, Shane. She contemplated whether to shout his name to get his attention, or to whisper it and risk him not hearing it.

Finally, she just sort of tried to get herself as small as possible and edge over to him, not noticing this made her look very odd indeed - rather like a vertically-squashed two-legged rodent. "Who are all these people?" she whispered to him, once she got close enough.

Archer smiled for a moment at he amazement. "yes it is quite amazing, the training facilities and quarters are very well set up for such an establishment. And i don't think i have ever seen such a building designed for such beauty." He bowed slightly "Please walk with me, I'm in the middle of my work out and i do not wish my heart to slow down to much yet." He began to walk at a brisk pace over to one of the walls, were a large number of sparing gear and punching bags had been set up.

"as for where I am from" he smiled "England Is where i called home untill i was called to this place. Though I am not unhappy to have come" Archer pulled on a pair of sparing gloves and walked over near one of the punching bags where he began to stretch his arms and legs.

Estrelas shuddered... There was something not hostile but uncanny about the lady.

She sighed. She probably somehow offended a custom in her land..... Estrelas felt her previous headache coming back in slow, even throbs.

....$#@%#$......

She rubbed her head and turned away from the door. Her footsteps, amplified by the wooden-soled traditional Portugese soles and heels, echoed down the hallway as she returned to her room.

Too much cultural information today.

Too much information overall.

She plopped on the bed, ready for a nice nap, but all of a sudden, a cream-colored rabbit came sprinting out of under the bed, bounced off the walls, and landed, scuttling, on the pillow.

"Seja quieto, Angel!" Be quiet, Angel! she muttered.

Finally having enough of just watching people, Laurel moved over to a empty mat by the wall. With her back facing people she laid down, bracing her feet on against the wall. She moved her kilt so it would cover her knees, not that she was truely worried about some one looking up there anyways. Laurel then settled her arms across her chest and started to do her sit ups.

"And that makes you a wiser soul than I." He commented, "Twas nearly my downfall, gambling, but I escaped her nefarious clutches." He joked, placing his hands behind him and leaning back a bit. It seemed the whole base had exploded and now there were countless people. Twas a nice feeling all around.

"Now now," he smirked playfully, "twas a time in my life when the heart faced the wrong way, but them bonney days are over." He nearly began in on another one of his tales, but stopped, "Aye, and I talk to much you can say. Us, Irish, can't keep our lips from moving."

Twas really a bad habit, he'd probably said two words for ever single word she'd uttered. "So, how about you? Have you any stories to share?"