<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/dbb6/th/pre/f/2015/355/f/a/comm___miri_xen_by_upshdragoon-d9ky90b.png)</div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Without Suit. NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://pictures.hentai-foundry.com/o/Obhan/200541/Obhan-200541-SWTOR_Rattataki_Pinup.jpg/)</div></div></div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kittani Auqom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Assembly Hall<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/>Kittani's head tilts slightly at Cinjin's answer, the low crackle of a hum drifting from her. "Mayhap. Could also be a disease or even a parasite." A hand comes up to rub at the mask covering her chin as she ponders that. Further comments were halted as the Masters once more drew attention to themselves. The bits of extra information and the clear dismissal has her nodding, a glance shot after the departing Cinjin before she turns to Liz'sah.<br/><br/>"Not sure how they plan on keeping the imperials from seeing us off the bat. But I'm going to bring all the tools and parts I can. Never know when you have to crack some silly machine yes?" With a nod to both Liz'sah and Zora she turns and thumps back to her room.<br/><br/>Once there it takes her a minute to shuck her sleeping clothes and pull her mask back on before scooping up a tool kit and heading to her environmental suit. Never hurt to make sure the only thing keeping the unbreathable air from her was in tip top condition.