<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Mercy, Storeroom<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Light Crimson Sarong covering legs and hips, black silk sash "covering" her chest<br/><strong>Content: </strong>discussion and being turned into furniture<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Margaret & Sage<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa smiled warmly to Michelle as she was examined, kind of wishing she had kept her flask a secret as a Nip would be nice at the moment.. Though....<br/><br/>No. No. Bad thoughts. Save them for when your not stuck on a strange ship surrounded by strange people in a strange land..<br/><br/>She quirked an eyebrow at the doctor, putting a little wry grin to her lips, "Surely we are all a bit mad Doctor, I mean.. The lands and world we live in. Its nearly a survival trait. And might I ask what you consider Strange..?" She smiled, "One of the other guards i worked with considered unseasoned porridge with some eggs from a local spider a delicacy... And my like of rabbit dipped in egg and spiced flour then fried in hot oil as near insanity. So what do you find to be strange cravings?" She watched the doctor carefully looking for small tells and signs of her being evasive or such..<br/><br/>((Insight Roll: At 2019-09-11 10:17:34, TheLaughingOne (uid: 60096) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139302) ((11 if counts as detecting lies... which... yeah, prob not...))