<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Thalia Linnea,</span><em>Medic</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Shey, Santiago, Sidney, Babs, Samson, Astrid and Aaron<br/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"You recognize this bourbon, Thalia?  Last time we had it was last month at Silverlight."</em><br/><br/>"How could I forget it, Santiago? I drank far too much that night." She gave Shey a coy smile because it meant she'd wilfully chosen to ignore one of those Companion guidelines about drinking too much at social gatherings. "We had a great time," she told her Companion friend. "We danced up a storm and I told him about Sihnon." She made a gesture with her hand, "you know, Companion training." She grinned at Santiago. "Of course I want to go back, the next time," she glanced in the Cap'n's direction, "we're back in that neck of the woods. I don't expect that to be changing anytime soon, unless bringing on new crew takes us out of our way.<br/><br/>It's a shitty little station, once you've lived on it a while but it has its bright spots. Silverlight is one of them." She chose not to comment on the others. That was when she noticed a woman looking Santiago's way and gave his arm another tap, before nodding with her chin in Babs' direction. Maybe he saw that or maybe he'd already noticed Babs out of the corner of his eye. She was more sure of it as the moments passed and she introduced herself when Santiago bought her a drink. She inclined her head once again to Aaron, paying attention to the conversation going on around them as she took a sip from her drink and focused her attention on Shey.<br/><br/>"I have.. amusing memories of those soirees. Oh, we were all so serious about them. That's lucky.. or perhaps even a sign of your skill, my friend, that you met one of your clients that way. I'm not the only one who's graceful. They made us dance until we had no choice but to be. The truth is, I enjoyed it. So we are going to dance in your shuttle if Samson hires it out to you?" she asked, a little confused by Shey's meaning. She was curious to see what Shey and Santiago made of each other, and then she asked her question about the Captain. "The main advice I'd give wouldn't be necessary anyway. I can tell you that, already. My suggestion would be to talk straight to him. He's a direct man who seems somewhat wary of feminine wiles. Of course, you didn't hear that from me."<br/><br/>Shey stepped over to speak with the Captain shortly after and Sidney joined them. "I'm sure the Captain will get to speaking with you shortly. We need a pilot." She tried not to smile as she said this. "Eh, the shrapnel and knife wounds don't happen all that often, just sometimes. I've served on a few ships and it seems to be a common thing. Sometimes folk need patching, a bit like ships do I suppose." She glanced at Santiago when he spoke with Sidney and finished what remained of her drink. It was strong and even the first one left her feeling a little tipsy. She was going to ask more questions but first she'd give Sidney a chance to answer Santiago's.<br/>