<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">Scara couldn't help the slight blush that dusted her cheeks at his proximity. Most of the military personnel</span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"> knew about her, situation, and would normally have never gotten that close. With a small cough she grabbed his hand in hers and began expertly snaking her way through the stream of people and onto the transport heading to the bunker. Once on Scara released his hand to sit down on a bench, patting the empty spot next to hers.<br/>
"So, Marcus, my name is Scara Phim. I'm pretty low in the ranks, it's why your stuck with me." Scara stuck out her hand for a good solid shake.</span></span></span>