<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0Sj9Y4C.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melva<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Spit Shine Cantina<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sassk, others in proximity<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing armored clothing, blaster worn on hip.<br/><strong>Wounds: </strong>0/16<strong>Strain: </strong>0/12<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guard Mode: ON<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"If trouble comes, we just have to push through and get to the ship,"</strong>Melva says to the group as a whole, giving a wary glance around.  Danger never really screams its presence very loudly, though.  Perhaps the tiniest tickling of fear down the back of one's neck, or the realization that someone's staring a little too hard and reaching for something on their belt...but that's often all one gets before it all goes downhill.<br/><br/>She stands up straight, turns her attention away from the bar, and keeps her eyes peeled.  She doesn't rest her hand on her blaster or even seem to tense up much, though.  No reason to look for trouble too hard, after all...