"Well, I would have made a really horrible blonde," she said cheerfully. "And Mika picked pink, so let's just imagine that for a second - magenta/pink hair on me."

Peace stretched her arms over her head and was rewarded with the pop-pop-pop! of vertebrae. "I'm not worried if you come along, since I'm always honest when I write up my reports. It's not a problem, though." It never was! She liked it when Miklos unhooked himself from his desk and spent time with her. While Peace personally preferred punching things, some of the aspects of the mission needed stealth and non-melee damage. So, under her coat were her gifted pistols from a friend.