<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0Sj9Y4C.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melva<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Scarlet Mistress<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Others<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>Pleased with her employer.<br/><hr/><br/>Melva is wary as she follows along to the Scarlet Mistress.  It is not a big surprise to hear someone curse from within.  Ships were the number one source of harsh language in her line of work.  The only real surprise would be if the strong language was kept to a minimum as time went on and the ship would surely find a creative mechanical failure to experience.<br/><br/>She stood firm for a spell, letting others pass by before making her way up with a proper, disciplined march.<br/><br/><strong>”And what have we here? Battle hardened and ready for anything I’d wager? I dare say you could kill your foes with those dazzling brown eyes of your’s alone. Look out Sassk, I’m betting this one could take you with one arm tied behind her back.”</strong><br/><br/>Though she was used to being flirted with, Kalor had the proper blend of flattery and humor so that any offense could be laughed off.  Besides, she couldn't help blushing.  It was rare that someone flirting put proper effort into it!<br/><br/><strong>"My name is Melva, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Captain."</strong>She bowed her head, keeping her smile small by force of will alone.<strong>"I'll do my best to keep my dazzling eyes pointed at the enemy."</strong><br/><br/>She passed by and made sure to swing her hips just a little bit as she went.  She didn't know if any would be looking, but she figured she might as well give anyone interested as much of a show as her olive drab armored clothing really could.  Maybe it was too bold for her role here, but she'd have time to regret her forwardness later.