<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>The sound of Tom's voice woke Karra up, though her groggy mind could not grasp what his words had been.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"W-what? Hmm, Major??" </span></span>she replied, her eyes not quite open yet. She stretched some, giving a small moan of satisfaction as her back popped. She suddenly stood as if caught by surprise and hit her head on the baggage shelf overhead. A string of curses flew from her mouth as she rubbed the sore spot--it seemed Karra was rather clumsy when she first woke up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Shit--goddamn...fu--"</span></span>eventually she settled, whirling around to Tom with an expression of guilt and upset.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000"> "I fell asleep,"</span></span>she said with a bit of remorse,<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I am so sorry, Tom!"</span></span>She felt terrible for falling asleep on him. He likely had to do the final details of the plan by himself and no doubt he saw the ambush team out when the light of day hit.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "I can't believe I did that, I am a terrible Captain,"</span></span>it didn't seem like she was talking to Tom any longer, but rather grumbling to herself. She covered her face in shame with one hand while the other hand rested against the wall.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Ugh, and there isn't even coffee..."</span></span>she said as if stricken with legitimate grief over the idea she would not have her coffee.<br/><br/>She finally dropped her hand from her face and let her eyes meet with Tom's,<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Good morning...?" </span></span>she offered lamely.