<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Mrinka_Pirate_avatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Harrin Ffrrit</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The wagons</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Everyone, Syndel and Katianna especially</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> supervising and helping the transfer of goods.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"Stack those beams over there by the others, that's it. Food goes into this wagon. Yes it's fuckin' cold, bitch. Everything here is fucking cold, live with it. Can't do the time don't do the crime. Your life expectancy here is about eight years on average, but that statistic includes those who take a dive off the shuttle. For every zero there's a sixteen. Move it ladies, move it."<br/><br/>hHarrin kept up a constant 'Sergeant Major-ish' rant as she helped move the stuff. It was afternoon already and the temperature would soon be dropping to a point where even the smartex suits wouldn't help. She grinned at the pretty little human she had singled out for some major punishment, and the Ouranii that clearly was too weak to be a threat. She stepped in behind the non-human and took hold of her tail. "Syndel. If you play your cards right, I could make it so you have more than enough food, if you get my drift?" She pinned the woman against the container and smirked, placing her hands firmly on Syndel's breasts.<br/><br/>"My name is Harrin, I'm your shift supervisor in the mines. I'm not the longest serving inmate in town, but I'm the most vicious. Would you like to stay on my good side?"