It had been a long shift,  Khementari had flitted between wounded and dying soldiers.  She head heard their screams, felt their blood beneath her gloves, smelled death approaching.  For some, it would have been stressful, but for her it was merely aggravating.  These people could have been saved, if only one of them was willing to open themselves up to her,  alas,  these men and woman seemed happy to watch comrades and friends lives come to an end as they gambled with medicine and clunky medical procedures.  It made her sick,  but what was she too do?<br/><br/>She walked the corridors alone, slipping amongst soldiers and civilian alike.  It was easy enough for the nurse,  she seemed to be of a svelte build with long elegant limbs.  Her face was serene, with high cheek bones and sharp features.  Her lips were full and red,  her eyes large and expressive despite their chilling steel grey color.  Her skin was a soft pale white,  which wasn’t uncommon for someone who spent most of their time in a space fairing vessel where the light of a sun was hard to come by.  Her long snow white hair hung down to her mid-back,  it was full,  and looked to be silken soft to the touch.  She wore loose fitting clothes that seemed to be designed to hide her body from view leaving only her head and neck exposed, and loose enough to not reveal the subtle curves of her body.  Yet,  the occasional shift of the fabric would reveal a glimpse of a perfectly toned leg,  our the shape of one of her breasts would be perfectly outlined by the thin free flowing cloth.<br/><br/>When she came to the cantina she kept silent,  slipping through the throng.  She allowed those cool colored orbs of hers to scan the room.  She knew the names of many of the high ranking officers,  though she rarely interacted with them.  She would flash an occasional smile at one of the wandering injured to keep up pretenses  before she took a seat at the bar.  She ordered a glass of water,  while it was fun at times to play at intoxication her systems would quickly purge the light toxin from her system before she was able to feel the full affects.  She remained silent, as she brought the glass upward allowing her lower lip to slide beneath the cool smooth surface as she drank down the cold fluid.  It wasn’t a necessity,  but,  once more it was meant to keep up appearances amongst a crew who wasn’t supposed to know that Pandora’s box walked amongst them.