<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>MYST-R-OUS-1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Cramped and annoyed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>B37 in the VAT sector<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Bat<br/><hr/><em><br/><em>Myst leapt into the air as the containment drone did its dirty-work, without accidently collecting any part of her clothing!  There had certainly been instances in the past where she had finished a day of work looking rather like Vict due to a particularly clingie rehabilitation candidate.  As she reached the peak of her leap, a system-defined peak as her head struck the ceiling, she nonetheless shouted </em>"Best Troubleshooters Ever!" <em>before she came down.<br/><br/>As she descended, her body slid across Bat's and her breasts all but slapped across his face in the tight quarters, causing a yelp of pain to issue from the young technican.  Reaching up, she gently massaged the pain from her breasts and glared up. </em>"Hey!  A falling technican is meant to have right of way!  If you aren't planning on catching me, at least ensure I don't hurt myself against that chisled jawbone of yours!"<br/><br/><em>She issues a slight hrmph, then glances down at her PDC.</em>  "In any event, it appears as though Friend Computer has deemed that we have fulfilled his will here, shall we go to this next location?  I <em>suppose</em> I may be willing to let you escort me on that suspicious bike of yours.  Maybe.  If you ask nicely."</em>