<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;">Avery Natalia Kovalevsky-Richter, MD.</span><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/>(http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g145/x_JustKathy_x/67763fda.jpg)<br/></td><td> Avery gave a firm handshake to the archeologist, then grinned.<br/><br/>"Sarah it is," she said, chuckling. "You can call me Ava, in return." Arching a brow at the Irishman, she regarded him coolly. "I'm familiar with military personnel, sir, but thank you for the advice." Stepping back, Avery moved aside for the man to walk past her, then followed suit, figuring Sarah would be right behind her. Mentally checking off a list, she thought back to the bags she'd packed the night before. <em>Toothbrush, floss, antibacterial wipes, plenty changes of clothes...</em> Avery hoped she didn't forget anything. They'd picked up and delivered her things to the gate when she'd gone to work that morning, so she hadn't had the time to double check. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at Sarah coyly.<br/><br/>"Have a good nap?"</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table>