<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Astrid Zachrison,</span><em>Mechanic</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Focusing on Samson Sydney.<br/>Location - the Last Stand Saloon<br/><hr/><br/>She shook the man's hand energetically, a surprisingly firm grip for her small hand. Astrid seemed to have energy practically pouring out of her. Releasing his hand, she turned her head quickly to the man who had come up besides her to speak, then right bank to Samson. Her eyes widened at his suggestion and she shook her head and giggled a bit. "No, sir. 'Fraid I don't come with anyone but myself and my tools." She told him, hoping he be wouldn't mind that she wasn't a package deal with the pilot.<br/><br/>She turned back towards the pilot and noticed the bird on his shoulder. "Oh my goodness. What a cute bird!" She exclaimed before her attention was drawn back to Samson speaking. "Right. Samson it is then. Had a dog named Samson growing up." She shared randomly. "Well he was actually my brother's dog. But he was a good dog nonetheless." She said as if the name relation somehow confirmed that she might could like Samson Castle just as much as the dog.<br/><br/>His next question was met with a vigorous nod of her head, making her hair bounce around excitedly. "Yes. A few actually. Now, I've never lived on one. But I worked on several that passed through back home. Nice little ships. Study and good looking without being all too fancy." She finished with a confirmation nod and tucked her hands behind her back.