[Devi isn't much for goodbyes so once the call is ended, she floats her happy little ass over to her favorite personal spot and orders green tea for them both and a stay-hot pitcher of it because she will want more.

She was visually ecceltic, hair short in a sort of growing out undercut, hair an almost violent purple over her green eyes. There was a colorful tattoo of a compass on her hand, N/S extending along her index fingers, and the earrings were three steel 'U's of various sizes hanging from her lobes.]

What else am I going to do with my Tuesday afternoon when there's this kind of conversation to have out in the wide world. Sit. Have some tea. Tell me about yourself. [she glances him up and down.] Military?