<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">One of Sahara's eyebrows arched upwards as the man spoke to her, and her full lips turned up into another graceful smile.  The name was one that she was familiar with, but only in name alone.  She had received a list of all the crew aboard the ship and his name had been on the manifest that was tucked neatly into some folder in one of the many bags she had brought with her.  "Lieutenant McGalleon," she said with a smile, reaching out to shake the man's hand.  "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said.  "I'm Sahara...Sahara Tir," she said, giving his hand a firm squeeze as she shook it, before letting it go.<br/><br/>"I actually wandered in here looking for some coffee, but couldn't resist following the scent of what you're making.  I wouldn't mind being a taste tester," she said.  "The aroma is making its way down the hall," she grinned.  "I'm sure before long you will have a full kitchen of people lining up wanting to be fed," she said, her smile spreading from her lips to her eyes.  "I suppose that it will be good to get a taste of some in before there's no more left, no?" she asked.</span><br/><br/>