<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, 9:30am (GMT)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Odyssey's docking bay<br/><strong>Content:</strong> First approach to the ship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sybil, Timothy, the XO and anyone else in the docking bay<br/><hr/><br/>Clearly pleased by the welcome she received, Petra offered the pilot a laugh and a warm smile.  "It is a pleasure to meet you, Jordan," she assured the American, meeting his gaze to emphasise the statement, before focusing most of her attention upon his older companion.<br/><br/>"Sir."  There was markedly more formality in both tone and posture, though she offered the XO a relaxed smile as well, to go with her polite nod of acknowledgement.  "Captain Harris is still aboard the shuttle, I believe.  We spent some time in conversation during the flight here, but parted before docking began.  I suspect that she might be keen to make sure that everyone else gets safely aboard the Odyssey before she joins us."<br/><br/><em>First off the transport in dangerous situations, last off in safe ones</em> was a style of command that made sense to the Norça, though it might at times be somewhat less wise for members of more fragile orders...<br/><br/>Then Sybil was whispering to her - and earning a swift, wry smile of her own.  "I'm told that I could go skinny-dipping in the atmosphere of Venus - though I've never tried it!  Anything you can prepare here, I'd be happy to sample."  As she murmured her response, the last couple of inches of her raven's-wing hair shifted to match Sybil's own colouring, as if it had been neatly dipped in dye.  "I can adapt, I promise."<br/><br/>Looking back to Cole, she inclined her head.  "Averiguas is the only interstellar posting I have had before now," she said softly  "I am told that I could indeed be useful on an Aberrant battlefield, though...."<br/><br/>For a moment she hesitated, before forging ahead.  "I apologise for turning the conversation to a serious topic, but I am keen to help all the senior staff - especially those with direct responsibility for security - to gain some understanding of what I can be expected to cope with, and in what circumstances.  I was wondering if a demonstration in a safe-fire zone might be appropriate in the near future.  <em>Not</em> for me to beat people up, though I <em>am</em> happy to provide assistance with training; instead, I was thinking that a demonstation of what I can cope with myself might prove enlightening.  Both with regard to my own capabilities, and as an indicaton of a small portion of what can be done with the starting point of a human baseline.  For those who have not faced Aberrant combat, it might provide at least a glimpse of some of the possibilities."<br/><br/>"But I really do apologise for changing the tone of the conversation.  I am, I confess, a little nervous, and very much want to be an asset.  Though I fear that I might be a rather less popular and more unsettling one than our provider of baked wonders!"</div>