<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/03/0f/48030ffdc622bba6678fab36f0ed6256.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Nat Tuo</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shaa Raa, Zisse<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Wounds: 0/14</strong><strong>Strain: 0/11</strong><strong>Status: Fit as a fiddle</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Nat drummed fingers restlessly on her thigh. If the Imperials checked her ID, she was screwed. But panicking wouldn't get her anywhere. Shaa Raa seemed to be doing a good job stalling, but that would only delay the inevitable. Unless a distraction were to arise. Worst case scenario, there was always the "Papers are in my cabin" excuse. If she could get one of them alone, she might be able to slip a vibroblade somewhere unpleasant, and vanish before anyone noticed.<br/><br/>But that was an extreme option. For now, she wasn't about to speak until spoken to.