Marie Lynn Ashlocke. Ashlocke... That should be enough there to make anyone groan. And this Ashlocke was FOUR!

She was a little bit of spazz to be honest. Anything and everything she saw was interesting. And she seemed to have a lot of questions. Pointing out things here and there, asking away about it as if she was some damned feline and not a humanoid child. Nope. She was curious, beyond curious. She was determined to know everything.

The first hint of this fact was when she set eyes on the door men. Appo then Chief. Her jaw went wide and for the first few moments she just stared from a very big distance. In truth, it wasn't even obvious that she was there.

Then the sneeking began. Dum dum dum. Around the corner she went until she was right up behind Mister Chief. Why he was called Master, even though it sounded seriously to her like... Mister.

One hand came up and POKE! She touched his armor to find out if he was really made of metal. Her head canted to the side she managed to speak in a low little grumble," Why do you wear this stuffs, Mister?"

Marie was gaping at Chief as he leaned down to look at her. Lips parted and she managed to get one thing out," Bahahahahaha! You're cool!"

God it was starting to become obvious that this Ashlocke might just be more like her father then expected. A hand came up and this time poked at Chief's face," Why?" Best one word question ever, and the most annoying daboot.