<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/AlineMineiro01.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Petra Sabio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16082563#msg16082563)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> The 11th of March, 9:30<strong>am</strong> (GMT)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Aboard a shuttle about to dock with the Odyssey; then in the Odyssey's docking bay<br/><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tyrone Pryk, and anyone else aboard the shuttle; then Sybil, Timothy, the XO and anyone else in the docking bay<br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>~~Left open for further conversation with Pryk~~</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>When the shuttle settled into place aboard the Odyssey, Petra made sure to delay her own disembarkation - fulfilling what she saw as the role of a senior officer, hanging around till the end in case anyone had (or created) any issues, before venturing out into the docking bay.  A large pack - suitable for a hiking expedition - was by then in position on her back, her hands holding onto the shoulder-straps as a smile lifted the corners of her mouth.<br/><br/>She made sure to move a few paces away from the shuttle, to get out of the way of the technical and flight crews, then stood there to drink in the view for several long, happy moments.  By the time that she brought her gaze and attention back down to the deck, her smile had broadened quite markedly... and it stayed in place as she spotted the presence of the eye-catchingly pink-haired Sybil and her cookies.  But between her and that rather unconventional welcome lay a (probably) rather more formal encounter.<br/><br/>Advancing towards the XO and his companion, she offered a formal nod of acknowledgement and greeting.<br/><br/>"Doctor Petra Sabio, diplomacy and hostile environment analyst," she provided by way of introduction - confident that the Legionairre, at the least, would have received some advanced warning on quite <em>how</em> hostile and varied the 'environments' she could be sent to 'analyse' really were.  The man with the ISRAn symbol on his flight gear, meanwhile, might already have sensed the presence of the cryals she carried in her bag.  They were, after all, one of the ways in which she coud provide detailed 'reports' on whatever she might experience or want to suggest.<br/><br/>"I look forward to working with you both."  She meant it, too, though she couldn't resist flashing a grin to Sybil and her baked goods.  "<em>And</em> I look forward to sampling those."<br/></div>