<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 (and more distantly) Astrid, Aaron, Sidney, Samson & Babs<br/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Thalia was enchanted by Shey's grace as she swept her out of the path of the drunk's fumbling hands. She left the drunkard for Santiago to deal with, as she thought he'd be far more intimidated by the First Mate than by herself. "That was.. unexpected," she said with a smile for her friend. "Are you alright? It brings back memories of our little soirees at the training house. Do you remember? They'd invite the eligible bachelors from the major families to come dance with us." Thalia may have no longer been training as a Companion, but she remembered. At the start of the evening they'd been 'oh so charming' to dance with, but by the end of the night they were falling over themselves drunk or trying to lure the Companion-trainees away. Most didn't wait that long. It was always the same.<br/><br/>"I'd love to go out dancing with you, Shey! It's been so long since I visited a real party or club." Her thoughts turned briefly to Osiris, but she'd been to many parties since then on the core and border worlds. Most had gone without a hitch.. or a beheading. "I danced about.. a month ago, back on Mariner's Gate. There's a little club called Silverlight." Santiago would know it, a dance club that catered to core worlders and those from richer border worlds, for the most part. It was an expensive place to dance, but a useful place to socialise.<br/><br/>"It's.. a long story, how I came to be here. I knew Santiago first. Well, I met the Captain before that, but didn't know him well. Santiago and I used to serve on the same ship. He was the brute strength and I was doing what I'm doing now. Working as a Medic." She smiled at Santiago when he returned with drinks. She took the glass from him thinking, 'hmm this looks strong' and took a tentative sip. "That's bourbon isn't it? Good bourbon." Her eyebrow rose slightly when the First Mate spoke of things 'she didn't like to admit to'. "Is that true?" she asked, beaming a smile at him. The kind that showed she didn't quite believe him. Thalia could do nothing but shrug and smile helplessly at his accusations. A blush had formed on her cheeks by then and she wasn't quite pulling off her look of innocence, even though she was (innocent). "I suppose I'm not bad with my hands," she said, examining his scar, before she took another taste of bourbon.<br/>