<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/>Sybella had spent most of the time since waking up making the inventory of the med lab. It was long overdue, but between putting this place back into shape – and disinfected to an acceptable level for a medical lab – and nursing the gardens back to health, it had had to wait. Now, everything was clean to her liking, everything was neatly arranged so that no one would die because she couldn’t find the proper tools or medication. She had put a list, in the computer system, an inventory of sorts that would flag when something was too low. The blue-haired girl had also put in a list of supplies she would need, the next time they reached a space station, an outpost, or landed on a planet with technology advanced enough.<br/><br/>Sybella knew that she’d have to repeat the process with the garden, put everything back in order, but that would be a task for another day. With her metallic cup in hand, she passed by the kitchen for tea before seeking out the crew. She wore flat boots that didn’t make much sound against the flooring, or at least not as much as those wearing heels anyway. She had a pair of tight jeans that had seen better days and from the layers visible at her neck, Bella had at least two different shirts under her hoodie, almost looking like a human teen, rather than someone at least 5 times that age. She was cold, always cold, but now, with tea to warm her hands, she was just fine.<br/><br/>The girl heard the words “make some legit money” and a corner of her lips rose in a half smile. Making money, that was a nice comforting thought. Maybe she’d buy new clothes and retired these jeans… but they were still good and so comfortable.  Sybella entered the Helm area, the smile still on her red lips. She spotted Carson, from whom the words had most likely came, and walked toward him in unhurried steps. “Sleeping on the job, Carson?” Sybella teased, knowing full well there was nothing to do until one of the mechanics – or engineers – gave the green light. <br/></div>