Silver Hands

Isaac nodded, relieved, as she agreed to think about it. "Just see about talking to those people, alright? And..." He took a breath. "Cheryl Mason maybe. Dark hair, about yea high..." He held out a hand to the right height approximately. "some guns on her and an attitude. She's probably not the best to talk to, but... if you see her."

He looked down to the spade, then waved to his Abyss, the weapon disappearing in a crackle of black lightning. That done, he lifted the spade on to his shoulder, forcing the tombstone into the ground. He crouched, adding two words on the tombstone, Abigail Wallace's name, in burning letters that melted above Yuki's inscription. Best to have a name to a face, but he made it illegible enough to be hard for a villain to find out that easily. He then clapped her on the shoulder lightly, looking to her. "Just be careful out there, Yuki. And if you need anything at all... you know where to call. Just as long as it's not something like cleaning your ship or something. You know my limits, of course."

He was off then, walking off toward a save point. "If you'll have me as your Beta. Just call if you have it down."

And he was off in a beam of light. Mission accomplished.

(And he's out.)