"Close enough works for us," Nyx shrugged, and hey, she wasn't going to be picky. Usually she wasn't one for smiling (more like one for having a cig in one hand and a glass of wine in the other), but now she had a baby grin on her face that would one day grow up to be an actual expression of happiness. She was having fun. What was fun?

When P said he needed help with his shield, she sprang right to attention, adjusting her modest cleavage in her modest dress. "Sure thing, Sir Knight. What do you require? I have impressive guns, though I know it doesn't look that way." Nyx was a bit tiny, somewhat willow-like, but she packed a punch when she wanted to!