"Ugh Jak, didn't we agree that I'm theonly person that you wouldn't use your jedi mind trick or xavier-ing on?" She sighs and she turns on the radio and Paradise City by Guns n Roses play, she started jamming along "it's nothing Jak..ok"
Unfortunately, his shot misses and Menma gets away a happy bunny on her way to the Ambassador. "Whoa... will you look at that" Looks at the hole "Crap shot"
"It's just a job that I have to do... you know I don't take jobs that would be for the wrong cause!" She turns to him and gives him a soft smiles "How have you been?"
Visark: Mino? That's his name? He'll be fine, fellow cyborg. He seems like a capable fighter. Let's get somewhere safe, he'll rendezvous with us later!! *Visark carries an injured Ionna away* what's your designation, fellow cyborg?
Her eyes widen at her ruined impala "that was mudafakin 67" Chevy! It's gold!" Her mouth dropped and stared at him in disbelief "First of all, I am not a warrior... I am a freelancer... for a good cause. So yeah... " She takes a deep breath "And as for not harming me, this is worse that getting cut by that ugly mug sword of yours that would probably won't resist the temperature of 3000 kelvin that's almost the temperature of the sun which is at 5800... My impala is my baby!"
"You...are so...dense... Do you know what the Ambassador is even doing? I'm guessing not...Don't get into other peoples private business. I guess you wouldn't know since you're nothing but a chunk of almost "indestructable" metal" She brushes past him completely knocking him down "Let me let you in on a secret.... a million people are gonna disappear...you know what will happen?" She moves closers to him, squatting down to his level "...Ask your Ambassador" She walks away "Jak, come on. Let's go"
