<div class="floatleft">(http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/2663965_230969_9f92cb4f31_l.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Kira</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td> From the shuttle's containers to the ore bins</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Harrin, the New Arivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Loading up the ore bins, looking over the new girls</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Kira made her way to the other containers after the shuttles had been loaded up and taken away, joining some of the other girls in unloading the gear they'd been delivered and loading it into the ore bins to be shipped back to the settlement and the mine. She eyed some of the new girls that had been delivered planetside, the latest recruits to replenish the mine's population, keep it productive. Some of them looked like they could handle themselves at least, hardened enough by their trials on the outside and stints in other prisons to have a chance at making it in the Cooler.<br/><br/>The others, though, they were the ones that Kira worried about. There were always some, a hint of fragility in their eyes that showed they didn't really belong. They'd either harden or break, that was the way of it. Kira had known a few girls like that back on New Varis, girls who, for whatever reason, weren't ready to adapt to the hard life of the lower wards. Most of those girls were dead now.<br/><br/>Kira crossed her arms and made her way out of the crowd, back towards the Mrinka, watching the new arrivals struggle to fill their bin as quickly as possible. Kira's group had already finished with theirs, and she waited by the supervisor for the woman to give the order to move out. Her eyes lingered over the new arrivals, then out to the one who seemed to have slipped aside to speak to Diah, the head of the operations underground. It seemed like an eclectic group, she was interested to see how things would shake out.