<div class="floatleft">(http://images.tvrage.com/news/before-new-girl-zooey-deschanel.jpg)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Alessa Woodridge </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Hangar then off to find her room.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Everyone else then alone.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Carrying her things then unpacking.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/>Lessa watched the dust storm from the safety of the hanger where she and the others stood. She shook the cobwebs from her brain and reminded herself just how dangerous it was here and made a note to go talk with Nigle later if anything she knew he would listen now.<br/><br/>Leaving the hanger then the maintence bay Lessa moved through the hallways towards the dorm areas in search of her room. A task she assumed would have been easier but eventually she was shrucking the protective suite she wore and dusting her old faded blue jeans off and straightening the simple pink button down top she wore.<br/><br/>"Bags" She said as was soon making sure everything was put away right and proper and her bags were folded and placed neatly under her bed. She slipped into her lab coat that had her last name embroidered in it in a dark pink and in the pocket of that coat she slipped the small wooden box that held her gold plated tools.<br/><br/>Something to remind her of the place the wanted to forget as silly as that was. Then she was out of her room and searching for the chow hall. Food was not a bad idea.