<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=128879.msg5728512#msg5728512">Quote from: SargentToughie on 15-01-2012, 11:28:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As Nina predicted, it was indeed only a matter of time before other fighters started to trickle into the recreation room once the light show in question had wrapped up. The first of those to show up would be a young man (http://t7ak.roblox.com/78b70a43b3feaf40c3300ffcb07b5e6d) in either his late teens or his early twenties. He would walk into the recreation lounge expecting quite a few more people, and would give Nina something of a humored smile when he realized that they were the only two to be here. Still, Nina would have gotten a good long while in the recreation room to herself, depending on how long she was in there before he appeared, it would have been at least a half an hour though, at the earliest.<br/>"Well that's kinda surprising, I thought that there would be more people here..."<br/><br/>He entered the room fully, turning his attention towards the only other person in the room.<br/>"So what are you doing in here all by yourself, anyway?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Nina didn't look up at first when the young man first spoke. It was fairly neutral accent, like you would hear on news channels--broadcasters have to maintain a particular accessible standard. Of course, that meant she couldn't place where the person was from. It didn't seem like he was talking to her at that point, more to himself from the first comment. When she was addressed though, and it had to be her he was talking to, there was no one else in the room but them, Nina quickly closed out of the read-outs. Putting her data pad away, she looked up.<br/><br/>He was young. It made her feel a little old; she had seen a number of other young pilots no older than early twenties. Nina was amused that given their likely age different that she would have been old enough to baby-sit him, like she had for some of the younger engineers at her company's firm, always a point of teasing for them.<br/><br/>"Doing work," Nina said, her accent was slight, but undoubtedly Russian. "Tomorrow's going to be a big day after all, need to make sure everything is in order." She rose then from her seat and walked over to the young man. Depending upon how tall he was, Nina's heels might have put her at or above his height. "Just from my accent, I'm sure you can guess who I'm with. Though you're unreadable." She extended her hand then. "Nina Barkov."