<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/bluehairgirl_zps8ed2904b.png)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Room:</strong> Game room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Carson<br/><hr/>Sybella won some, and lost some. Overall, she was having fun. She knew she wouldn’t be gambling her credits away though. There was more to do with her hard earned cash than to waste it away on cards. Chores were a completely different matter though. Finding herself free of some of those pesky chores would make her all the more happy. Sybella took a sip of her tea and tilted her head. She wanted to talk, she tended to be rather talkative all the time, it was no secret. Or if it was one, she had a way to let it out.<br/><br/>“Any idea what this rogue ship is about? I spent my day in medical supplies over my head, doing an inventory of things so I can keep you guys alive… I didn’t quite pay attention to the comm.” That last was an understatement. She rarely ever paid attention to the comm, but her ear was trained to catch words like “medical emergency” or “someone’s hurt”. Any technical chat between the ship’s AI and the different engineers went way over her head and bored her to sleep. She put her cup back onto the table as she took a look at her cards. She raised a hand with only one finger up, indicating that she needed one more card.</div></div>