<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Astrid Zachrison</strong>,</span><em>Mechanic</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Focusing on Samson and Sydney, noticing Babs.<br/>Location - the Last Stand Saloon<br/><hr/><br/>Astrid was easily distracted at the best of time, though that didn't exactly mean she wasn't paying attention. Though she could be a flake at times, especially with things outside of mechanical know-how. This distraction was a loud talking, thick accented, short haired woman near by. Actually, was got her attention was the woman punching someone. The reason why Astrid had missed. But she turned her head and widened her eyes just in time to see the hit land.<br/><br/>"Oh my." She commented under her breath before turning back to Samson. Her look of surprise turned to a look total shock as he explained that coming with tools was a first. "Why, what kinda a mechanic doesn't have tools with 'em?" She asked bewildered. "Then again, I can rightly guess the kind I think. Always amazes me anyway though. Granted, I don't have a whole lot. Can't carry all that much with me. But I have the basics plus a couple, and with those, there ain't much you can't do." She told him looking quite sure of herself.<br/><br/>Her attention was pulled back to the pilot momentarily as he spoke, but then was quickly put back towards Samson as he asked a question. "Can start as soon as ya need me to. Ain't got nothin' else on my plate." She told him with her beaming smile.