<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h242/jenna_sheffield/Elliquiy/MarsColonyHeadshot.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Dr. Katelynn Royse</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>My Office - Level 3, Engineering Section</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Amber Valentine</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Chatting</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>It took every last ounce of self control the redhead had not to let a little moan escape as she watched Amber unzip her fatigues a little.  Her mind reeled for a second...her body nearly rebelling on her.  She had no idea about the other woman's orientation...but she'd been around the block enough times to know that you had to take things like that slow.  Coming on to a straight woman didn't generally go well.<br/><br/>And given that she needed to be able to work with this woman to keep the colony in one functional piece...well...getting off on a bad foot would be a very bad idea.  But God it had been SO long.  Even before being frozen.<br/><br/>Katelynn allowed herself one more moment of self indulgence....then composed herself enough to speak again.  "I think that sounds like a good idea."<br/><br/>The redhead picked up her tablet and scrolled through the list....picking out several that would be easy enough to knock out pretty quickly.  "I've got plenty to keep us busy....so why don't you pick out a tablet, there's a crate of them on the table outside the door, and I can give you a list. Shouldn't take long....then maybe we can tackle some of the bigger items."<br/><br/>Almost as an after thought, "By the way...have you seen any of the other Engineering Staff?  I'm pretty sure I saw our Computer Specialist after we arrived....but not since then."