<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br/>Miranda Vandergelt did her best to let herself relax in the transport, looking around at the others.  This would be her one chance to try to make friends, and she knew she'd have to do her level best not to blow it.  Eventually, people would find out about her, whether through an explanation by the commanding officer or by her own stupid night terrors which would probably wake everyone.  If she could just get some people on her side now, she could do this.<br/><br/>She didn't even want to be here, but she knew she had to do this.  Not all of her visions were audio/visual; sometimes she just had a nudge, a direction that she was supposed to go for some reason.  It was infuriating, but life had a way of punishing her if she didn't listen.  Sometimes it felt as though her very life wasn't her own.<br/><br/>She flicked her hair to get a glance at it, soft blonde locks which barely touched her shoulders.  It had taken forever for it to grow again after she'd last cut it, and she didn't want to give it up.  Maybe there was something she could do?  Perhaps plead, cajole or simple begging so that she didn't have to lose the pretty locks...<br/><br/>The girl next to her asked to be woken up when they got there, and Miranda smiled her reassurance.  She'd stalled long enough.  "Hey, everyone," she said as she passed a smile around the cabin.  "I'm Miranda Vandergelt.  It's nice to meet you all."