<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/03/0f/48030ffdc622bba6678fab36f0ed6256.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Nat Tuo</strong><br/><strong>Location: <em>The Respite,</em> Lounge</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Wounds: 0/14</strong><strong>Strain: 0/11</strong><strong>Status: Normal</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Nat sat in the lounge, doing her best not to look restless. At least the Given was playing it up enough to distract from any gaps in her sabacc face. She felt paradoxically exposed and trapped. Too many people around, all within a confined space. Too many strangers in one place, and nowhere to run if something went wrong. Still, better to be out in a public area, she figured, than alone in her room. If Black Sun did have agents aboard, it'd be much harder to deal with her with witnesses around. There was always a chance that one of the bystanders might come to the aid of someone in trouble. A<em>small</em>chance, but it was better than being ambushed with no one to hear her cry for help.