Big Treads and Big Guns (Ilsa Voll)

[Noah Corek]

[member="Ilsa Voll"]
Noah's eyes widened a bit as Ilsa put her hands on her hips, unintentionally, or at least Noah thought, showing more of her bust and a little bit of her bra. "Tanker?" Noah asked, his eyes coming level with hers. "I was never a tanker, I served as a commando with the Republic for fourteen years, but I still learned a lot about vehicles." Noah informed her as he wiped his hands down on his pants, wiping of some excess clay. "So, Voll, I was wondering if you were doing anything later..." Noah said as he trailed off, giving her a little time to speak before he continued.

 

[Ilsa Voll]

"I vill be running zeh tank srough its paces later, but sanks," she said with a deliberate shrug.

She tried thinking hard on how to keep him distracted. Conversation was hard when it wasn't about tanks, tanking, or armored vehicles in some way. Her crew heckled her on the fact on occasion, but she never really thought it was an issue. Until now, at least. 'Small talk' was harder than it looked.

Plus, she had to keep him focused on her as her crew was moving between the armored hulls behind him, stolen gear and parts in hand. If he turned around now, he'd spot them most likely and there would be an issue. Namely, how to keep a person of higher rank from tattling. She couldn't toss him in a ditch, someone would find the body. If that happened, she'd have to think fast.

Speaking of thinking fast, an idea hit her as she glanced down at her boots. One was untied and she suddenly remembered a comic Reuter was reading once. One of the risque ones she kept tucked under her seat in the tank. She risked the attempt and hoped it wouldn't foul up. Voll dropped to one knee to retie the boot while mentally swearing up and down at her situation. Anyone standing in front and taller wouldn't have much left to imagine for a short period of time.

"Republic, eh?" she asked as nonchalantly as she could. She took longer to tie her laces, but not on purpose. Apparently, she hadn't noticed it for a while and it was tangled. She had no luck today. "Why did you come here?"

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Ilsa Voll"]
Noah rubbed the back of his head as Ilsa kneeled down to tie her boot lace. Noah wasn't a idiot, he had spent fourteen years a Commando, he could tell when someone was deliberately trying to keep his attention in one place. Noah decided to keep it going, seeing how far he could milk this. "Well, I'd rather not talk about why I was dishonorably discharged. All I can tell you is that I was one of the best snipers they had, meaning my eyes and EARS were always focused on my surroundings, I was so could I could HEAR a pin drop." Noah told her, giving off a grin, making sure to emphasize ears and hear.