<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Princess Freya</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/a2c6e264-3a65-4102-946a-ac7eb0b5209e_zpsd9b16921.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Geek offered her a hand, though it was obvious to her he was nervous about it. She decided not to comment or take notice of the shaking keys. After all, he was going to help her as she had asked.<br/><br/>For a moment Freya could only stare at the offered hand, but she finally made up her mind and took it. He hoisted her up easily enough and it took her a second to find her balance. Between her head hurting and the sudden movement, she had seen some black spots swim into her vision. They dissipated quickly enough, though.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF40FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Why is your Captain not the one in charge?"</span></span>Freya asked suddenly, curious as to the dynamic structure of the crew.