<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Ryan, Adriano, Allison, Taras</span></span><hr/><br/>Natalie was greeted in much the same manner that she had greeted the rest of the crew - warm, but with not a whole lot of talking to go with it. She was happy with that. As long as she was at least recognized for being there, fading into the background at that point would be preferred. Well, that was until Allison had come over, all smiles, to give the blonde a quick little hug. It wasn't awkward in the slightest, as the computer expert came to expect such gestures from the other girl, but Natalie still froze for a brief moment before returning the hug in earnest.<br/><br/>There was no real telling why Natalie was as peculiar and awkward as she was. She didn't think she was, anyway. It was just that she didn't want to get too close to people too quickly in fear that they will just end up hurting her, or she them. In a backwards sort of way, her lack of emotion was because she had far too much of it. There was no making sense of it now, anyway, perhaps it could be saved for a couch and an old man with a set of flash cards.<br/><br/>Allison had moved on to give Ryan a hug long before she had finished her thought, giving her a moment to give her attention to Adriano. She knew him as well as she knew Ryan, she felt. He was sort of an enigma but that came with the territory. Running between this crew and anyone else that had dealings with them was a job that required a bit of shrewdness. Adriano probably got away with it better than most just because of his good looks and impeccable taste. Not that she would ever tell that to him to his face. Goodness.</div>