<div class="floatleft">(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/marsjulie.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Juliet Franklin </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Primary Life Support Maintenance Section/Main hangar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Whoever is still around in the main hangar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Recovering clothes lost in the great suit incident</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Julie made short work of grabbing her, slightly grease stained, coveralls and t-shirt and headed back upstairs in the lift, changing en-route. She emerged from the elevator looking space grease monkey chic, her hair done up in a topknot. She placed her suit in one of the lockers having made sure first that she had detached the liquid waste pack and properly disposed of it. The ride down on the shuttle had not been kind on her bladder.<br/><br/>Feeling much more normal if still tiny and ready to face the day Julie turned to look for a familiar face, or something worthy to do around the hangar.<br/>