<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="font-style: italic">'Why hello Lieutenant,'</span> Karra thought to herself silently. She hadn't seen him, but she supposed she also hadn't been paying much attention. She really needed to get her ass in gear, <span style="color: #80BF00">"I think it's worth a shot, Major."</span> Karra kicked up from her spot, standing straight. She had a question for Gleywine, <span style="color: #80BF00">"How many hours are in a day here?"</span> It may have seemed like an odd question, but she thought it was worth asking. After all, the geography was different, the wild life was different, and even the air levels were different--who was to say the hours weren't different as well? <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"As for the princess, why don't you let me talk to her? She clearly had an interest in me, maybe she'll spill something?"</span> Karra suggested, looking to Tom. She knew she was pushing her luck at the moment with the request, but she hoped he could see beyond the danger and look at the benefits of her interrogating the woman. The Princess wasn't going to cooperate, that much was obvious--but maybe, just maybe if the object of her desire was in the room she would feel a bit more...open.</div>