Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27825329-20130928034029/@comment-27825329-20130928045520

Hand. Shaking hands. She contemplated the potential embarrassment of having her Dust Powered Accelerators suddenly activate from the touch. The buttons were in her gloves and a firm handshake was a normal thing. "I'm glad Beacon would have me, and I'd shake your hand, Umbra, I would, but I have sensitive controls in my gloves and would rather not accidentally set off a dust explosion in your office," she explained, holding up her hands to show the slight bulge of buttons beneath the fabric.

She eyed his weapon and smirked. "Umbrella, huh?" she observed, maintaining that little smirk as she twirled her umbrella at her side. "Me, too," she said, "Quite the coincidence, hm?" Moira walked past him, taking off her jacket and folding it over her arm. Once the jacket was off, it revealed the strange-looking device that was strapped onto her back, or rather, that she was harnessed into.