<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, Babs and Aaron, Sidney, Samson and Astrid<br/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Playing*</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EP49fb4nTV8</div></div><br/>Thalia's gaze drifted over to Samson, watching the conversation between himself, Astrid - their potential mechanic and Sidney - potential pilot. She hadn't seen either of their abilities yet - and chances were she wouldn't know what to look for, at least in Astrid's case, because her knowledge of mechanics was impressive in its non-existence. Piloting on the other hand was a bit more familiar to her. She'd flown shuttles a time or two and she knew well enough how to dock, undock and pilot them.. in the most basic sense of the word. It was something she'd like to learn more about if Samson took a pilot on full-time. If the pilot had some spare time on his hands, maybe she'd ask him to show her. She wasn't sure what to make of Sha-li but the parrot seemed happy enough on her master's shoulder.<br/><br/>She turned back to the nearer conversation, her attention lingering on Babs and her ferrets. She hadn't noticed it much at first, but Babs had some faded scars. Some were on her shoulder blade, suggestive of knife cuts, and which looked to have been sewn up quickly and with little attention to detail. Thalia wondered if that might've happened in the field. She was pleased to see Santiago agreed with her suggestion about the newer shuttle. It meant that she and Santiago couldn't sneak off to use the cortex there as they might've done, but the ship had another personal terminal in the cockpit and if a call came in, they could have it transferred to their rooms. That or she could intrude on Shey and ask to borrow her cortex terminal, not that she intended to. Maybe one of these days she'd pick up one of those devices like Samson had - the portable, tablet kind - but for now she had her databook.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>* Apparently this is a pro-Independents saloon.