<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Angelina_Jolie_Bald_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Lyssa<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Robinson, Lyssa's room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Du'Gar<br/><hr/><br/>Turning to the door, Lyssa found her automatic response - a friendly, welcoming, diplomat's smile - freezing on her lips.  For a moment, she was acutely aware of the lack of potential escape routes... then she managed to clear her throat, and nod.  After all, in spite of her shaven head, many people mistook her for an Earther rather than a Centauri, and had there been a Narn terrorist on board the Robinson she would surely have very<em>pointedly</em>found out about it long before now....<br/><br/>"Thank you.  The temperature fluctuations, I can cope with.  But the, ahh...."  She gestured towards the tastefully-obscured air vent, from which a smell akin to overdone meat was presently emanating.  "I have no idea what species this is meant to comfort, but it is distracting.  And I'm concerned that by the time we reach Babylon 5, everything I own will smell like an untended barbecue."<br/><br/>From the look of the room, she was indeed part-way through repacking her travelling possessions - presumably in hope of protecting at least some of them from the distinctive aroma.  And though her accent in English was the polished upper-crust of an international diplomat - with only the rarest hints of her Centauri origin - some of the clothing on view clearly hailed from her native culture, as did the small statuettes of a couple of her favoured deities which oversaw the suite from a side-table.