<div align="center"><strong>~* Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- Bored out of her tree – Cockpit, The Gamble *~</strong></div><br/>With Vincent's lips barely brushing against hers Mae whispered her soft heartfelt warning and plea. "If you don't come back I'm so gonna hunt you down, remember that" her green eyes danced as she smiled sharing a private moment with her boyfriend. "Vinnie.....please be careful" happy with the quick but meaningful fair well the besotted young pilot allowed herself to relax for a moment before worry set in. Pulling her shapely legs from the floor, Mae wrapped her arms around her knees enjoying the sight of her boyfriend's retreat.<br/><br/>Purring softly, her tongue poked out to sweep across her lips before looking up into the dark brown eyes of the ships captain and her boss. "Just a short stop right? No need to go lookin' for trouble capt’n?” The expression in her eyes clearly showed the concern she held for all members of the crew. They were her family, each one holding a place in her heart. His reassuring grin put her fears at ease some, though she wouldn't stop worrying until the safe return of each hard body. “I’ll keep her hot for ya capt’n  you just be sure to pick me up something pretty.”  Her teasing remark helped ease the tension that sat uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>Once alone Mae double checked the controls, keeping the engine running at nominal levels and monitoring performance and heat levels. Satisfied all was well Mae glanced at the apparel she had hastily covered her curves with that morning and considered running to her quarters to change.  What she really wanted was a nice warm shower and an hour or two left alone to pretty herself up for the day. Neither was in the cards until the boys returned so she turned to the next best thing to pass the time.<br/><br/>Pulling out a small bag that she kept for emergencies such as this, Mae released its fasteners and smiled as she sorted through the small colourful bottles inside. With a rainbow of selection at her finger tips, the young pilot chose a fire red colour and went to work painting her fingers and toes.  One creamy leg swung carelessly as the pad of her foot brushed against the cockpit floor while her other leg perched on the edge of her seat allowing the bored blond to carefully paint each toe. It would kill some time while things were slow while at the same time allow her to stay at her post as requested. It was an activity that had served her well in the past, entertaining her mind while she waited.<br/>