<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/aaad5c32a1cc5158823b021e3fd7c3f4/tumblr_mmppuna0xf1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Maybelline (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8210032#msg8210032)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Zhayedan Squad / Human Interface Specialist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Briefing Room<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Asking Questions<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Commander Montgomery, Wicked<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>All<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I wish Cassandra was here.  She'd be able to tell us just how many times she's had a needle put in her, and extrapolate how many we've had.  Be interesting to see if the humans," she looked right at Montgomery, "could handle even a tenth as many sticky owie hurty needles.  Real interesting, huh Wicked?"  Maybelline stood abruptly, moving behind the lean but still gigantic form of her brother, and rested her hands on his shoulders.  Just the fingertips curled over the top of the massive muscles beneath, leaving Wicked free to move if he wanted to.  Smiling as sweetly as a teenager who'd just been given a Kewpie doll her boyfriend won at the county fair, Maybelline locked her eyes with the old soldier.  The edges of her index fingers stroked the side of Wicked's neck where Maybelline knew he liked it.<br/><br/>"What is the alternative extraction method and contact when the air route gets shut down?" Maybelline asked.  "Just because there's a big runway there doesn't mean it's going to be useable and helicopters or VTOL are too slow to get us far enough away before a response team shows up."  Pretty, young, naive but Maybelline had been trained enough and on plenty of operations to know some of the more obvious questions to ask.