<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;">Just as she was about to speak, Karra heard the sound of a body falling. Quickly she whirled around, ready to protect herself if necessary only to be greeted by the sight of the Latina woman collapsing, a mapping fluttering down to cover her. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Goddamnit, Sarge! What part of watch the captive do you not understand? That includes keeping the passengers away from him! I shouldn't have to explain that!"</span> Karra growled out, storming over to rip the map up, temporarily forgetting about the need to speak to Tom. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Get this woman back in a seat, and be careful with her,"</span> with that, Karra began to examine the map. She looked up at the prisoner and managed to figure out had made the woman faint, as she had overheard part of the conversation. <br/><br/>Karra herself had to lean against a seat to steady herself. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Fuck...us..."</span> she said with a shaky voice.</div>