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There's a woman holding an ice pack to her cheek while sitting at the bar.

She's looking rather dejected and drained of any kind of energy at the moment and, there's a few blood speckled tissues in her free hand.

Come on over and chat with her if you'd like, she's a little down at the moment.

[ooc: Slow time for a while, come on in and tag and I'll respond when I'm here and back.]

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Yeah. Especially since dead dragons smell awful, where Quinn comes from. Even to other dragons.

"One eye's enough to cause trouble," Quinn mutters. "Got to keep the one eye busy, and assume he's got another where you can't see it, or he'll find a way to catch you off your guard."

Wasn't that the truth.

She had a harder time distracting him than anyone else she'd ever met. Except Haru when he was obsessing.

Then it was a pain in the ass.

"Have you thought of shooting them in the eyes? Or are they a hard target or their healing keeps them from being affected?"

Dragons were interesting subjects, if you didn't know them.

"Oh, we've thought of it," Quinn says. "But they're fast, our dragons. Nimble, too. Damn things can keep up with an attack helicopter in full flight. It's a bloody lucky sniper who can get himself set up for a shot like that without being smelled and ripped apart first. But that's a good idea, the eye thing."

"Take out the eye and they're down a good portion of offense."

And the times where she had watched too many video games while visiting Haru were kicking in. Hmm, interesting.

"Maybe overwhelm their senses somehow? What is stronger, sight or smell?"

"Couldn't tell you, unfortunately," Quinn says. "I'm not a soldier. Never been close enough to one for long enough to tell- and nobody who's been that close for long survived to tell the tale."

His expression twitches for a moment. "They see well, though. They've got good daytime vision- and damned good nighttime vision. But there was one who tracked a caravan back to its fortress after all the people in the caravan were dead. DUnno whther that was smell or sight."

Well, there went that plan.

She falls silent for a moment and takes another small drink. She can tell her wounds are healing by the fact that her cheek has started to throb.

"Hmm. No idea then."

"'s all right," Quinn says. "I appreciate the thought. If you read English, I can show you the book later- I've compiled everything I know about the creatures, best I can manage from memory."

She's studied English before, still has problems reading it but, she thinks she might be able to handle it.

"Alright, that sounds interesting. I may be able to find something out through the notes."

She's sounding genuinely interested in research.

"All right, then," says QUinn. "That should do pretty nicely. With any luck, it won't be too much to translate all at once."

"I may have a few difficulties, it isn't my native language."

She cautions but, hell, she's determined enough to get it dammit.

Quinn nods. "I can explain the unclear bits, if you need me to," he offers.

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