Name: Alice Hackett<br/>Location: Briefing Room to Ship Hallways (Engineering Side)<br/>Tags: Uh . . nobody. Yet? Maybe.<br/><hr/>Alice had lingered behind while everyone scattered, casually typing away on her Omni-Tool, waiting for the signal to go through before a cheery young woman wearing an evening dress that was currently stained with what was likely engine oil appeared on the display, hair a mess and looking absolutely JUBILANT.<br/><br/><strong>"Alice! Awww, you look so CUTE in that modified Phoenix armor! Are you doing alright? Did the meeting go well? If you want to come back and help me with this new Mech design I could use th-"</strong><br/><br/>The pink-haired lass cut off the woman on her screen, rolling her eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"No, mother. Everything went fine. I just need you to set up a proper Visa for me, and bounce the credentials back. I'm headed to Fulci Phi, and they apparently don't like Biotics all that much."</strong><br/><br/>Rebecca Hackett frowned at the mention of Fulci Phi, but immediately pulled up another screen and began to type away, all while yammering on about how that was a horrible place full of horrible people. Also that Alice needed to eat more. Rebecca had clearly taken to the doting mother role like a fish to water! In the meantime Alice had left the briefing room and began to wander aimlessly about the ship, taking in the details as she moved towards engineering. There really was nothing like the hum of a starship's engines to relax you, after all. She'd likely walk right into a few crew members, before she'd finally force Rebecca to shut her mouth, and end the call. The woman could certainly talk up a storm when she was in a mood!