Lavinia swallowed. Now theres two people watching us...I don't like this place...
She looked down at her right glove, seemingly damaged, the armor was crumpled and sparks were visible within the tears in the bluish metal, which beared a similarity to Lane Hacker fighters in both its color and texture.
After a moment she reached to the wrist, twisting one of the three steel bands that made up the seal on the glove. There was a small click, and she removed the damaged glove, setting it aside before removing the other. Her hands didn't have specific color, they seemed black or maybe a dark blue, bearing a sheen similar to hair or fur.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
