<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sheydran Corsei<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Thalia, Aaron<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Looking around at the sound of a male voice, Shey let the barest hint of a smile curve her lips, while the vibrant mane of her red hair fell forward just enough to coyly shield the right side of her face giving her a slightly mischievous air, "Well now Sir, I'm not certain that you can. Are you part of the crew of the<em>Man's Ruin</em>? I'm looking for a friend of mine, a doctor named Thalia," she said her voice smooth as the silk she wore and warm as whiskey to boot.<br/><br/>Letting her gaze study him, without staring or being blatantly obvious, she came to the conclusion that the man before her was likely not a part of the crew. It was little things and she couldn't have named them all but it added up to missing that sense of priority that the crew of a ship usually developed when near that ship. He could be new though, new enough that he didn't give off than sense of "belonging" she usually got from various ships crews, or simply not a good enough fit to have quite made that connection, so she let her question stand. Her training didn't make her infallible after all, just annoyingly observant.<br/><br/>The way he kept his hat down led her to a whole host of other suspicions but she didn't voice those either, just kept that sweet little smile on her face and her thoughts to herself, she didn't know the man and wasn't about to judge him...though she might inwardly speculate about him for the moment.