<div class="floatleft">(http://www.majhost.com/gallery/MikoHannah/RPG/Rise/allyhawkeye.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ally Mikalovich<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Engineering<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Idria<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Halfway into an eloquently haphazard explanation of the precise reasoning behind why coconut perfume was far more potent an anti-histamine than nitrous oxide, Ally found herself cut off by the arrival of both several medical and her redheaded boss. Nice-looking woman, barging as she have been in with the standard  boss fare. Creamy skin, rich red hair, pretty green eyes. Nice body shape too. Had to be carefully managed. Or did it? Wasn't sure of boss' species. Entirely possible that her slender frame was normal without any special care. Lucky.<br/><br/>But electrocuting? Good heavens. "Oh, he didn't get hit by the big electrical arc!", Ally replied to Idria with a cheery smile, "Just fainted when it went near him. Entirely understandable, really. Blood pressure wasn't very high, clearly. Happens on the duller ships, adrenaline never gets to pump, blood gets thinned. Reminds you why some stress is good sometimes."<br/><br/>Utterly oblivious to the gravity of having sent a crewmate to sickbay, the young lady continued blathering on. "Makes you worry about crewmates sometimes, though. Think maybe they're not just pale but also sick." Her face dropped a bit as she noticed Idria wasn't exactly the most tanned woman in the galaxy. "You're not feeling light-headed? Look a little pale. Maybe just lighting though. Plays tricks on you sometimes. Best to make sure through non-visual means."<br/><br/>Utterly fearless (though said fearlessness came more from naïveté than true courage), Ally slow raised one hand up and placed it against the silky-smooth skin of Idria's forehead. Though the delectably pleasant creaminess that greet the engineer's delicate little hand was very much noted, her primary concern was with how warm her boss' face seemed to be. A curious expression dotted her small face as she took in every detail that crossed from the lieutenant's alabaster skin and into her half-feeling, half-semi-sorta-kinda-massaging extremity.<br/><br/>"Temperature seems alright. Could do a proper scan? More detailed results with that. Details are always nice."