"I never thought I'd see one, here." [i]One individual would choose to associate herself with Mason, that day.[/i] [i]Her voice was harsh, blunt, yet still softened in a feminine manner. A businesswoman with a mean streak. Or well.. just a bitсh, but one that could at least try to back up her bark, for Isabella Trayven was built in complete contrast to Mason. Her being seemed almost barbaric, yet clothed in the apparel of a commanding officer still - towering and buff, though the dark violet jacket that coated the alloyed breastplate underneath would hide that away. Blazoned upon he chest was a single emblem, one that gave away her loyalties already, without word nor signal - a pin of the golden maw of a lion's head, the beast's face imprinted to look to the side. A sigil of Trayve.[/i] [i]Isabella's facial appearance didn't necessarily help her intimidating image, which was both a boon yet a compromise for her. It was angularly structured yet, with fading scars and blemishes throughout the fairly tanned, white skin that was her face, a jagged scar chipping away at her left jawline while another cut through her lip. Her eyes were a brilliant crimson color, with tangles of curled, deep purple hair falling to her shoulders.[/i] [i]Oddly enough, she appeared unarmed, until she sat down at Mason's table, whereas the iron hilt of a small dagger was revealed through her interior chest pocket. Perhaps she found herself more than capable of ensuring her own safety. In a land of mercenaries, kinetic bombardments, laser shark men, terroristic maniacs with super powers, and lunatics with way too many firearms.. that seemed a little odd, though Isabella didn't mind.[/i] "A cripple, here.. It's fine. It's a better state than most people are in, unfortunately.." [i]Isabella had already referred to.. past occurrences. The blaze of Dojoville that wiped out most of the town. Senseless massacres of men, women, and children in the streets. Destructions of bars, bandits once lurking in the night and ransacking and pillaging. After being here for a few months, she at least knew a little bit.[/i] "Sorry, been a stressful afternoon. Isabella Trayven. Current commander of the armed force underneath that pretty ol' purple banner." [i]Isabella bowed her head, offering a gloved hand for Mason to shake.[/i] "Heard this was about.. business."