<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/eDJMl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Allison Saurer<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Mechanic / The Final Touch<br/><strong>Locations:</strong>Dining Room<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The loft, particularly the outside dining room was really starting to buzz with movement and conversation now, as would be expected during one of the crew's gatherings. That suited Allison just fine since everybody's festive mood helped to raise her spirits, and she was also just glad to be surrounded by all of these people who were now literally the closest thing that she had to a real family. It made her feel safe.<br/><br/>Ally had waved back towards Adriano meekly when he'd arrived before looking back down at her drink almost immediately, her cheeks taking on a slight rosy hue as they always did when he gave her any sort of attention, even something as meaningless as a wave hello. She felt silly, and yet the slightest of smiles had formed at the corners of her lips, not even she was sure why. Greeting Alisa came infinitely more naturally to Ally, although she and Claire had exchanged mischievous glances when their friend had demanded hugs from them with open arms and closed eyes, making the energetic girl wait until she lost her patience and opened her eyes to frown at them before finally going over to embrace her. "Sorry," Allison whispered to her friend sweetly, her voice tinted with a subtle hint of guilt. She wasn't the hardened practical joker that Piper was, often feeling the need to apologize after messing with somebody. "Hi, precious," she added, letting the hug linger for several seconds before finally letting go.<br/><br/>Before Allison could even make it back to her seat, she was unexpectedly approached by Taras. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to talking to him or anything, they were close and spoke all the time, but she'd just gotten the feeling that her big brother wasn't particularly interested in her that evening based on their earlier interaction where he'd hardly even noticed her. Then again, maybe it was just her being oversensitive about the whole thing. Ally bit the corner of her lower lip and looked at him with big, exaggerated eyes like a child that was feeling guilty after she'd just been caught red handed doing something bad when he mentioned the difficulty that she'd been having in the garage earlier. Not exactly one of her most resplendent moments, she'd hoped that nobody had noticed, or at the very least that they wouldn't bring it up, but the fact that it was Taras considerably lessened the impact. They rarely ever felt the need to censor themselves when speaking together, and Ally was very glad for that, plus she knew that Taras didn't care if she'd lost her temper and kicked a wrench or whatever.<br/><br/>"Not quite, it would be a lot easier if I could magically sprout muscles like you whenever I needed them. I'll finish tomorrow, it's no big deal," Allison assured him. "I should go to the gym with you and bulk up so that I stop being such a wimp," she joked, both of them knowing full well that Allison wasn't a big fan of working out. She was lucky to have been blessed with an incredibly high metabolism, since she didn't eat nearly as smartly as Liza either, indulging in junk food and extravagant desserts far more often than any normal person should be allowed to get away with. "Guys are into the whole female bodybuilder thing, right?" Ally asked with mock curiosity. She liked herself all slender and willowy as she was, no longer hating her body for its lack of more pronounced curves like she had back in high school when she'd gotten mocked for it and called anorexic despite the fact that she ate like a horse.