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Felicia Hardy (felinefelicia) wrote in mirage_rpg,

Felicia shrugged as he refused the lunch, and set it down casually beside the chair. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, watching as he moved towards the computer. A brow quirked interestedly as the computer responded to his voice, mildly amused. He was like a dark, young Tony Stark. If that was a good or bad thing, she wasn't sure, but she'd always had a bit of a weakness for a man in a mask. Her attention turned to the screen as a map came up, committing as much as she could to memory, but more just for a basic idea of the resorts layout for when she explored properly herself.

The idea of the rest of the planet being covered entirely with desert was kind of strange. "What a waste of space." Felicia commented, wondering what was hiding the desert. There had to be something else out there, right?

"Do you suppose you could get any other information on the planet?" Chances are they wouldn't get anything more, but no harm in asking. She leaned back again casually, letting her legs hang over one of the arms of the chair, waiting to see what else Terry could come up with. Looking at the villains costumes with mild interest, wondering what sort of nutjobs this guy dealt with, how they compared to the baddies she'd heard of or seen.