Collette admires those blades with all the presumption that she's not in immediate danger of being impaled. Had she been, it would have been highly unpleasant, if not immediately fatal.

But her fear on dangers here is completely skewed. If it pays off this time, may she remain so lucky in being trusting in the future. "Yeah, I was kind of ducked around the corner."

Leaning against the lip of the building, she grins. "Nice to meet you, Drift! I'm Collette. I'm one of the Transports, in case you were wondering about that."

A Transport in a tank-top and black, patched leggings, sitting meditatively on a rooftop.