<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Marleen_cropped.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Marleen Van Acker</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Martian surface</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>ground personnel and new arrivals </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> unload the shuttle </td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Marleen swiftly got swooped up in the sense of urgency surrounding the unloading of the supplies and did her best to keep up with the tempo of the rest. If she was honest, she didn’t do as good a job as she had hoped, even losing her grasp on a few of the crates she was helping get out of the storage compartment. Both her body and mind still seemed to be coping with being awake again after her rather lengthy dormant state. Her head didn’t so much hurt as feel like someone had poured concrete in between the cogs of her mind. Her muscles also felt slightly sore, though she wasn’t sure what was causing that. She eyed the horizon from time to time to estimate how much time they might have left to finish the job.<br/>