Valerie stretched and yawned inside of her Gustav's cockpit, which had just recently arrived on the scene. The transport had two Zoids in tow upon its trailors, one which the teen was dieing to get rid of. She reached to the side and pulled a small lever, forcing the transport's canopy to pop open with a hiss. Climbing out shortly after, the girl brushed down her black t-shirt, freeing it from unsightly wrinkled. Her hands then moved down to her black leather pants, which clung to her hips tightly. It had been a long journey to get here, and it felt damn good to get some fresh air. But her time here was to be short- she had business to take care of, and wanted to do so as quickly as possible.

"I'm looking for a man named Vincent." She called out, heading on over to the Gustav's tailer. "I'm here to sell this babie here." Her hand pat the large thumb of an Iron Kong. "It might still be a bit wet in the cockpit- had to do a bit of washing." The teen smirked, knowing that statement was a bit underexaggerated.

While waiting for the man to show himself, she began looking around. One Zoid caught her eye immediately. Valerie's jaw dropped wide open, her pupils reflecting the marvel of a mecha. "Shadow Fox...Very impressive machine.."

((She 'acquired' the Iron Kong through less-than-legal means. It's missing large portions of its back half, and the bloodstain in the cockpit was formerly known as Hero Cloud. This all occured on the old board. I'm just posting so's nobody gets hurt.))

Far off in another hangar, the "old" man known as Vincent quickly bolted out of his workshop, his arc welder still spitting blue sparks before he dropped it amongst some scrap. The scrap started melting, sending rivulets of melted metal trailing behind him.

"Yeah? Whaddya want? If you're here for repairs, they ain't free... and I better not see ya run off with some of m'scrap."