<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Yoko1.jpg)</div><em>Yoko Yamagi<br/>August 4th 1966<br/>On The USS Triton<br/>Stateroom</em><br/><br/>Yoko shivered slightly as Harden patted her down, her eyes briefly locking with his. She had to admit, he was rather attactive. It was hard to squash such a thought, even in these dire circumstances. If this were a bit more of a relaxed situation she wouldn't mind him touching her a little more. Things quickly continued to go south for the girls, however, as the captain didn't seem to budge from his stance. She was quickly finding him to be rather unstable. Her father, strict as he was, was certainly not this type of madman. She frowned deeply at his remarks about them being spoiled or not caring about the people in their employ. Again, she sure as hell was nicer than this to her driver. She was fairly certain none of the other girls had had their butlers caged and gagged, either.<br/><br/>When the blow came she was busy formulating her next response. It caught her off-guard and she let out a yelp of pain as she reeled from the smack. Awestruck, she touched a hand to her cheek and stared at the captain, wide-eyed. She expected his men to protest as well, but they didn't seem to be making a move. Were they really in agreement with his methods, or were they as shocked as she? Yoko steeled herself as best she could and straightened up, "...Mark my words! When we get back to dry land you're going to be finished! So do what you must now, because your career is over. You can't treat people like this. We're people, not prisoners of war!"