[She takes a swig of champagne, eyeing him curiously as he unravels himself from the uptight tuxedo get-up. He's a little more in his element now, and it shows - he wears it well, anyway.

It may not seem like there are many places to hide weapons under the sleek black gown she's wearing, but Sara's managed well enough. She tugs off a few holsters at her thighs, knives tucked into the sides of her dress and even her cleavage.]

Here and there. Southeast and central Asia, mostly. Kind of a long story. [It's easier to hand-wave than go into details about being marooned on an island with a mercenary and joining the League of Assassins, anyway. Besides, he doesn't seem the type who appreciates a sob story.

You were military, right? Gotta be. Marines?