<div class="floatleft">(http://s14.postimg.org/w25qb344t/Diahvatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Layla, other new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Talking</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"Flattery," said Diah lightly in response to Layla's obvious flirting, "will get you absolutely nowhere. Still... by all means, if you want to tell me more about how sexy I am, I won't stop you!" The Quyllian's smile was brilliant; it was clear that if she had ever been self-conscious about her appearance or her nakedness, these feeling had long since vanished. (Not that she had displayed much shyness back before the Cooler, that Layla could remember, but she had at least worn actual, concealing clothes back then.)<br/><br/>It's impossible to go around practically naked all the time and remain shy about your body, and the Smartex suits left nothing to the imagination. Every inch of Diah's small, purple body was on full display through the transparent material, and she had long since stopped caring. And she knew from experience that it wouldn't be long before even the shyest of the new arrivals got used to their state of pseudo-nakedness and stopped bothering to try and hide certain parts of their body.<br/><br/>As Layla placed her hand on Diah's shoulder, Diah grabbed it and turned around, beginning to lead the much larger human off by the hand. "Well," she said. "A tour won't take too long, I'm afraid." She motioned with her free hand. "This is the landing pad, where new prisoners arrive and supplies are delivered. To the left of you: Snow and ice! To the right of you: Snow and ice! That's the extent of what any sightseeing will reveal. The places you really need to know are the settlement and the mine, and we'll get to both soon enough."<br/><br/>She walked a little closer towards the cargo crates, taking Layla with her. "If you want to help, there's supplies to unload and there's newcomers to tend to. Oh, and see her?" She motioned towards Harrin, who at the moment was  concentrating on the newcomer Ouranii. "That's Harrin, she's the head honcho in these parts, and she's not too fond of humans. Free advice; don't get on her bad side. She can get a little... grouchy."