Racheal happened to meet another merc, one in classic looking Mark 6 Spartan Armor that was a rather purple... for the lack of better colors. The armor had fuschia trimming, rather flamboyant colors, unlite the classic camoflague. "Hey, watch where you're going, miss," the merc spoke. The voice of the merc sounded more masculine, but it was feminine enough to make them sound like a woman. If Racheal was listening clise enough, she could hear the tint of a robotic-sounding whir.