<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Astrid Zachrison,</span><em>Mechanic</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Focusing on Samson<br/>Location - the Last Stand Saloon<br/><hr/><br/>Well apparently the older gentleman was useless, as was apparent by his shrug. Astrid just frowned and looked disappointed. Though her frown quickly turned back to a grin as her ears caught wind of the nearby chatter of 'find myself a mechanic'. Her eyes grew big and excited at this, and even more so as the man waved her over.<br/><br/>Without hesitation, she wove through the people, having to duck a couple of times under arms. Astrid as a small framed little woman. She hardly looked like a mechanic with her big blue eyes and doll like face. The only real notice was her  overalls and the smear of grease on her cheek.<br/><br/>She skidded to a halt in front of the man who had beckoned her. "You don't happen to be Captain Castle, do ya?" She asked in a perky ans curious voice. "Even if you're not, I heard mention of you hunting a mechanic from across the way. Well, mechanic I am, and a out of work one at that. Astrid Zachrison is my name." She said all this rather quickly then thrust her hand out in a offer to shake his hand. Astrid was nothing if not friendly and energetic.