<div class="floatleft">(http://hosted.x-art.com/galleries/party_girl/x-art_kato_party_girl-2-sml.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elena Semanova<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Earth Scientist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Airbase, Hangar one<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 3rd<br/><hr/><br/><br/><em>“Hey, how you doin?”</em><br/><br/>Elena could instantly see that something was up. The Frame pilot's look of distain for Flower's well meaning greeting was way out of proportion.  She took charge of the situation by stepping forward in front of the Meteoriticist and making the pilot address her directly instead.<br/><br/>"What has happened ? Has the mission been scrubbed ?" she asked. It had happened before, more times than she could count. The military mind took no account of the blood, sweat, tears, and hours of preparation needed for a scientific mission. If they needed to urgently go off and shoot at someone, or if some General needed a lift to a golf course, they would scrub a scientific mission as if it was of no importance whatsoever. Which, for them, it probably wasn't.<br/><br/>"Speak to me." demanded Elena. As the pilot seemed to want to just shake her head and walk away. She stamped her foot, and that seemed to sway the woman. She explained what had happened in the store house, that they were already a 'man down' and that they would be getting a replacement, most likely in country. It was a shocking turn of events to be sure, but something that just had to be dealt with.<br/><br/>"Has this put off our departure, or are we still good to go ?" she asked the pilot. Not because the pilot was necessarily in charge, but she was much more in the loop than the lowly 'rock bashers' were likely to be.