<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">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/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FF8000">"And you are jealous of me getting looked at by a woman..." </span><br/><br/>Karra bristled at Tom's words. He knew damned well she had not been jealous at the fact the woman had looked at him, but rather that he was willing to fuck her fear and sadness out of her. It had not been her fault that Sgt. Johnson was on the flight, and it wasn't her fault that he still had something for her--if he even did. She didn't have any feelings for the man at all and she wasn't willing to fuck his sadness away like Tom was willing to do for Tanita. <br/><br/>Tom went over to the little girl and dismissed Sam's apologies. He patted the girl's head and asked her name. She turned to regard him, answering quietly, <span style="color: #FF8000">"Lilly...“</span> Sam gave a small smile at his sister, proud that she introduced herself. He looked up to Tom and then back to Karra--a hint of questioning in his gaze. Karra refused to acknowledge the glance and instead stood rooted to her spot. She had met Lilly before, briefly. She doubted the girl remembered her and she wished Sam had forgotten about her as well, but it was clear to her that he had not. It was clear to Tom, too. His anger, she felt, was unjustified. She had not done anything wrong, had not made passes, had not flirted with the man, had not held that man in his lap, or joked about what a beautiful package he was to carry. <br/><br/>The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She finally made her way to where Sam and Tom were standing, and Lilly looked at her with a strange gaze. Karra sighed when she realized the girl was trying to remember where she had seen her before, but thankfully the girl seemed to be unable to and turned to lay her head back down on Sam's chest. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Major, while this situation is a bit pressing--we now have some freedom to speak about Freya. I think the transmitter is causing her to have a split personality of sorts, or someone is controlling her during her more...violent moments.”</span> Karra said, making sure to emphasize his title instead of using his name. If he wanted to be an ass to her, she could return the favor. She wanted to hit Tom more than anything, or screw his brains out. She wasn't quite sure. Maybe both. She just knew she wanted to inflict violence upon him. His anger was unwarranted and unjustified.</div>