<div align="center"><strong>Estimated 10:32 A.M.<br/>Hallway to Engineering Workshop<br/>Teresa Gaulman</strong></div><br/>Outside the door stood a young woman with a sleeveless top tugged over her chest and tight, short-cut jeans on her hips giving her a 'decent' look while riding up her crack so that the term 'decent' was being nice. She looked at the man as the door opened, lowering her hurt foot to the floor, drawing a breath.<strong>"Ah, sorry about that. I was just angry, my card wasn't working on the door you see. Umm, well I was hoping to see that atmospheric converter's control chip if you don't mind? I used to study engineering before, but here all I am told to do is maintenance that doesn't teach me anything so I took up the lessons about security, and haven't been here for a while. It doesn't mean I still don't plan to help out. Especially with interesting jobs. So ah, if I could come in and have a look?"</strong><br/><br/>She tried to implore on the tall man, perfectly aware of the fact that his height probably gave him a straight view down her sleeveless top at that, hoping, despite a minor hint of embarrassment at being seen so and not pulling away, that a look at her pert breasts might distract him enough that he would forget about anything he might have heard of her over-eagerness to try and improve things (to often dangerous unreliability).<br/><br/><strong>"Please? I want to just have a good long look!"</strong>