<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/FlowerSm.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr Flower Sunshine<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Meteoriticist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Buchel Airbase<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 3rd, 2052<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"Sure," Flower had a good feeling about this redheaded English girl - or was she German even? It was cool either way - who seemed so together, "yeah, well, you know, I guess I just have some clothes; in my backpack, how it is, you know.  They'll have the other stuff won't they?  I mean...well I have a magnet and a little chipping hammer, you know, a scale and a caliper...</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"I guess some boots, if they have them?...A jacket?  I don't know.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"Was it Siberia he said, or Turkey?  I lost track.  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"Can we, like, smoke in here?"</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She caught an odd look from Rachel, who was still in earshot as they all walked along the corridor.</span>