<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div>Kari smiled a little as she heard Emily’s story, definitely enjoying the company of the other woman, and the chance to talk about something other then the current state of the command. “Well, you know my dad. He was… well, he wasn’t subtle, let’s just say. But at the same time, he definitely earned it in my books. He had his hands full not only running this unit, but trying to raise his deranged tearaway daughter who was determined to get herself into as much trouble as she could. Crazy stuff, I know.”<br/><br/>She didn’t bring up her mother. It was something that was never mentioned, and with good reason. Right now would definitely not be a good time to change that.<br/><br/>“And your hubby is one lucky man,” Kari continued, changing the subject. “I don’t blame you for wanting to go back to him, especially after this. Trust me, you’ll get a good payout when this is done, even if I need to rob a bank or two in the process.” She laughed it off, especially given the state of the unit’s finances.<br/><br/>“Now the tats…” She held up one arm, tracing along the patterns on it. “Those aren’t one single thing, thank god. That’d probably have killed me. Instead they’re a collection that’s been put together over many years and many worlds. The first one was an ‘I was young and it seemed like a good idea at the time’ sort of a moment. And, well, it kind of grew out of control from there.”<br/>