<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> Pilot Station<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Carson<br/><hr/><br/>Sybella tilted her head, studying the man and registering his words. Her dark blue eyes trained on him had no regard whether or not it was making him uneasy. She had learned how the customs of her people were not the same as everyone, but this way to look at people was something she could not change even if she wanted to. It had been too long for her to change. Some people said that it betrayed how she could read people, that it revealed her talent of empathy, but to Bella, it was just natural. <br/><br/>When he compared them to viruses, Sybella became amused. It showed in her eyes and in the curve of her smile. She liked Carson. He wasn’t a headache to figure out, could take a playful tease the right way, and he didn’t seem to mind that she could feel what he felt, both emotional and physical, if she put her mind to it. Sybella nodded her head at him. “We have games where I come from. We don’t play for money though, it’s hard enough to come by. Maybe we could play… for chores or favors? Though… I should warn you, you probably can’t bluff with me.” Sybella’s smile turned into a sheepish grin, and she quickly hid it behind her cup of tea.<br/><br/>Sybella became quiet when the captain spoke again, mindful of her own rank, and she finished her tea. “Not too far? How far can we get on a spaceship?” Bella muttered to herself, but she was still in a good mood. She was quite determined not to let anything mess with her good day. “Looks like we’ve got time now… Should we head to the table in the gaming room?”<br/><br/></div></div>