<strong>Sarah Kerrigan</strong><br/><br/>Sarah sighed as she grabbed an old leather bound book and marked her place in it. Closing the book she walked off, heading for the mess hall. She was hungry and, if at any point, she couldn't work on an empty stomach. She wandered through the halls, passing Simmons and Ari though she didn't notice. Her glasses were folded and tucked into the left breast pocket of her fatigue jacket.<br/><br/>Her hips swayed gently something she did on an unconscious level. She'd never really caught herself doing it so she'd never bothered to learn to stop.