Chapter Three: The Salvation of Paradise

[Solace]

As Victoria and most everyone else seemed to have gone walking off into the village Paige realized that it was now just her and Frankie standing around like morons. “Ah’m going t’ miss mah combat boots.” Paige moaned, after all her combat boots had come in handing many times before. Their especially useful if you want to knock a thug out that’s attempting to attack a teammate of yours. “Looks like it’s just yuh and me, seems ‘Toria’s managed to gather a following already…” Paige smirked up at the much taller woman, not forgetting that back in the chamber she’d had the nerve to call her ‘Blondie’ a nickname that only Kyle had used on her. Hey ‘Toria, looks like yuh’ve got the lot of them with yuh. So be careful and don’t let the rookies get on yuh’re nerves t’ much. Paige projected the thought out into the open, knowing that Victoria would pick up on it.

Taking a quick glance down at her attire, Paige noticed she wasn’t wearing white uniform which she’d gotten back during her first mission, though it’d been altered a little to replace the ‘N’ on the jacket to a ‘W’. She’d become so used to the utility belt that seemed to hold a wealth of things that she hoped Dr. Strange had altered that only a little. “Nice outfits…” Paige sarcastically stated still not thrilled about not having her normal uniform on. As she said this she noticed she wore a belt with little leather pouches on it and with a small smile she mentally thanked Dr. Strange. “Plus side, ah’ve still got mah handy dandy utility belt…just it a slightly different form.” Paige realized she had been talking a mile a minute and should let Frankie get a word in edgewise. After all Paige hadn’t made a very good first impression on the team and her motor mouth wasn’t helping her out much with her first impression.