(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br/><br/>Babs<br/>2519, present day<br/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Npc Bar tender, Open<br/><br/>Babette as always kept herself under the grid, she didn’t want to attract attention, not that most bothered with her but it paid to be real careful. Yeah real careful indeed. Not that she was in much danger from being caught she was not ‘wanted’ as far as she knew…at least not now anyway. For the most crazy Babs could pass unnoticed, though an extremely attractive young woman her clothing made her bend with most of the rank and file, and there was times when she would pass for being a teenage boy. That often worked for her.<br/><br/>One thing that was noticed was a particular Firefly early on, they always had personality. It was like they speaked. Thus its name was noted and put to memory...<br/><br/>Muttering under her breath the reader stuffed her hands into her pockets and grumbled knowing she was pretty much out of creds, which on the downside it was time for work. It was not that she minded it, in general, but there was the convincing them that needed her yes  that really became the concern, because there was always more than twelvety shites that claimed to have her combat skills, and looked like they did. Still how many could rob a place without bein’ seen,<em>rob</em>was too hard a word, yes distribute the wealth  might be better.<br/><br/>So there she was this small almost androgynous but rather strangely attractive  on either spectrum of gender. Walking into a bar, there she was with somthin' of  some grace  even under the coat and the large boots, and if  weapons were upon her person they were not on display. On her slender back there was what looked like a tattered kitbag, possibly from the war it had a certain scent, or musk to it. It had obviously be recently washed but still retained the<em>perfume.</em><br/><br/>Scratching her short hair, Babs walked strait up to the bar grinned at any other patrons that were close then order a drink. She was small but something about her said,<em>‘really don’t rut with me.</em>Though that she could be a he, just a shiny one, this one could hold her own... After ordering something strong the girl smiled again and it was softer this time,<strong> “Hey barman, ‘ave one fer yearself,”</strong>quieter then but not obviously so,<strong> “Know anyone than needs a cabin boy.”</strong>There was a low chuckle as she added she was lookin’ for work. The truth was getting off planet was good, anything else was extra. Still most of the saps in here looked like Wannabe’s though there were those that stood out.<br/><br/>Babs in time would likely smell them out. If not someone else would…<br/>