<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/><strong>Continued from:</strong> Helm, Pilot station<br/><hr/>“I don’t have a deck of my home world’s game. I sort of left in a hurry and a deck of cards wasn’t the first thing on my mind.” Sybella said. She had in her hand her dull grey tea cup, which she seemed to never go anywhere without, and in the other a thin electronic notepad and a pen to write on it. She was a quite intelligent woman, but being told for most of her life that she was dumb because she happened to be born female, Sybella had not much faith in herself regarding that particular aspect. She had brought the notepad to take notes, so that she’d remember all the rules of the game Carson wanted to teach her.<br/><br/>“Besides, I’d most likely have to teach you our numbers and symbols so… it’s easier for me to learn a game with the standard deck of cards. Someone taught me solitaire, on the previous ship I was on.” She continued and  sat in one of the chairs around a round table. Knowing solitaire, she was familiar with the standard 52 cards deck, along with the 2 jokers that were useless in the game. She put her notepad slightly to the left and her tea cup near it. She turned her direct gaze to Carson.  She was still trying to make an opinion of the man, but she was pretty sure he was a decent guy. She tucked a few blue strands behind her ears, and drank some of her scalding hot tea without much of a grimace.<br/></div></div>