<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 - Santiago, Samson & Babs<br/>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg).<br/>Location - In the car/Arriving at the Kincaid estate<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Thalia found Babs interesting and quite fun to talk to. It was more than her accent, though it was intriguing, the way the words rolled off her tongue. Mostly it was because she was such a colourful character and had been through so much during the war (or so Thalia had heard and could tell from her scars). The fact she had come out of that mostly unscathed suggested that she was a singular woman, and seeing the change in her from yesterday to today, suggested that Babs had a strong capacity for unpredictability. "Mason Kincaid's kid brother?" she asked, not quite sure if it was who Babs was speaking of.<br/><br/>She traded more than a few glances with Santiago and enjoyed a drink on the way. She was sure he was touching his leg against hers on purpose, but maybe that was a little her own doing as well. Thalia listened to Santiago's suggestion of what she should do at the party, and then Samson's.<em>Just enjoy myself. I'm sure I can do that, and by wits, limit the drink most-like. That's a shame. A rich party like this one, I bet they have champagne. The good stuff, mmm.</em>"Understood, Captain. If anyone asks enough that I need to explain, I know they're prying."<br/><br/>When the car reached the party, she took Santiago's arm and climbed from the vehicle. She saw no reason to let it go once she was out in the open. Even though night was falling, it was still balmy and warm. Thalia had no weapons to check, in part because she assumed the men and Babs possibly had brought enough to arm a small army. She smiled up at Santiago as he handed her the glass of champagne. Just what she wanted!<br/><br/>"You have quite a way with words," Thalia said, having enjoyed Santiago's compliments. "So you're saying you want me to be distracting?" she asked, one of her eyebrows raising teasingly, as she gave him a rare, mischievous smile, full of promise. "I can make them hanker more.. just give the word." Her lips touched to the rim of the champagne glass and she took a sip.<br/><br/>She watched Samson go to meet his friend, and hung back in the queue with Santiago. It made sense to stay close in case there was trouble, but if there were shouts, screams or bloody murder, she was sure they'd know of it quickly. Besides, it wasn't like the Captain couldn't defend himself. What could she do? First aid enemies to death? No, she'd mingle and socialise, and flirt outrageously. It was what she wanted to do, anyway. She leaned in close against his body, just so party guests would get the right idea.<br/>