<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Katianna.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Katianna Molova</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Various PCs and NPCs of the Cooler</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Transferring supplies to the wagons  </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You. Molova! Start pulling your weight or you'll not have any weight to pull"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Crap! She had been noticed.  That didn't last long.  Then someone else piped in that she didn't have enough weight to pull to begin with.  Katianna tried to ignore the two speakers and keep her hands to the task.  But then came the sharp slap across her ass.  Stupid suit did nothing for that.<br/><br/>She spun around and stared sternly at the owner of that hand.  It wasn't until that moment that she realized who that was.  She let her expression soften some when she saw the Mrinka.  She had gotten the impression already that it would not be wise to cross the cat. She then watched as the fuzzy bully went over to harass the other, ailing, new comer.  Katianna wanted to do something.  Wanted to tell the beast to leave the woman alone.  Couldn't she see the woman was ill or something?  But Katianna could not shore up that much courage.  She turned back to the work at hand and doubled her efforts.  Yes, she had been noticed but maybe if she worked hard enough she might still be left alone.  That is what she told herself anyway.