...an eye of a predator.

The woman that leaned against the doorframe is huge, she barely fit there. She was easily seven feet tall and broad shoulders. The mute green tanktop she wears only serves to highlight her thick, musclebound arms. Those are crossed under a chest that looks way to soft on a woman who seems sculpted from stone...or bronze as her skin had almost that exact colour. To note: she is covered in scars, but no bullet wounds, scars of cuts, tears and even burns marred her.

Only one eye regards me, the other hidden under black bangs. "So, ya the Captn's new pet?" She asks, her voice deep yet undeniably feminine.