<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k183/Jefepato/tommyjpegedit_zps23c49e2e.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tommy Nakamura<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Callout<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wok Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael White<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>For what it was worth, Tommy extended his hand to shake.  No matter how worried you were about the other guy's strength, customs, and habits, you really had no cause to refuse.<br/><br/>"Okay.  My name's Tommy Nakamura.  If it's not obvious, my proper name's 'Thomas,' but everyone calls me 'Tommy' and that's fine and normal.  I'll refrain from asking where you're from, at least for the moment.  If you need to ask something that sounds silly, or...that you suspect is common knowledge, I can't swear I'll know the answer but I won't laugh at you or complain or whatever you might worry someone would do reaction-wise."<br/><br/>"Um, do keep in mind, at least one of the Nebula counsoler's a telepath.  Anything you tell me, I probably can't hide from her.  I don't really know how.  She's pretty nice, but still, there you go.  Anyway, that's enough caveats and I'm probably overdoing this, so go ahead?"