<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitala Oragh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day one<br/><br/>"That woman needs to get her priorities straight!" Kitala hissed, her Klingon-self had gotten offended by the careless Human woman. Kitala was a woman of honour and had served for quite some intense years, having defied countless enemies in her days on the Enterprise-E, often putting her life in danger. And if there was<em>something</em>to be considered "innocent", then it would be having one small sip of the oh so very delicious Klingon bloodwine, the contents of which contained about the double amount of alcohol whiskey contained, and thus something very intoxicating. "NEVER have I, Kitala, daughter of Christiana, daughter of Ottavia and daughter of Oragh, son of Morgh been this offended. Now, does anyone of you PUSSIES want a<em>good</em>drink before we set off? Nothing prohibits us from doing so, as we are not yet on our mission. Get around, get around folks. Let us bless our merry gathering and our successful mission!" She said loudly, the Klingon Kitala clearly taking over what humanity she had in herself. She was a granddaughter of the Great Morgh and it was going to take a long, long time before anyone threw her somewhere and made her wonder what hit her. The only time that had happened, was when she had banged her head on Commander Data's skull. But she knew, too, that she wasn't the only security officer on board.<br/><br/>(OOC: what if the man or woman who "throws her into the dungeons" impresses her so much by his or her strength, that she gets somehow fond of him/her as a friend? She is straight, but does need some folks to talk to.)