Raphael this time chose to occupy a host that was a lean, muscular girl.
Short hair, with a brow piercing.
Even though she wore a mechanic's overalls, it was obvious she had a mercenary background.
She propped herself up and sat on a metal table, posing with great flair.
John gestured outside.
"I saw the doctor smoking by the door, quite rare to see him seeking solace outside of alcohol."
"Hmm, I told you, Randall and I are old acquaintances; when we were scraping by on the streets, you couldn't even control your bladder."
"Doesn't sound pleasant."
"You wouldn't understand. Surviving in times that own us is like an old gun, missing a few parts, and the rest all rusty, and when we meet, a couple of complaints are sure to come, cursing this damned life that took everything away."
This state was unlike the usual Raphael.
Maybe chatting with Ryan, she was a bit relaxed facing an old friend, coupled with nostalgia for her mercenary days, her tone was very calm.
