Hanna Lambert<br/>Role: Air Support<br/>Location: Ground Floor<br/>Tagging: Kat<br/><hr/><br/>"Ah,<em>guten morgan</em>Boss Kat." Hanna smiled at her chief as she leaned back against the kitchen counter, a cup of hot chocolate in her hand as she sipped on it. Hanna's upbringing had worked on her well, meaning she was generally more punctual and very level-headed of the crew; and much like Kat, she was dressed very minimally, in little more than a pair of lacy panties the same colour as her long red hair and an old white man's dress shirt; neither of which were worn in any way that covered her ample breasts or sizable member. Her ash-grey wolf ears and tail twitched a little as she held out a coffee mug to Kat. "Here you go. Freshly made."