<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/UdpCi.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ariel Cohen<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Security<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shuttle<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everybody?<br/><hr/><br/>Ariel lifts her eyes from the tablet as the others stir in the shuttle. She stows it in the duffel under her seat and removes her harness, immediately drifting out of her seat.  Out of the corner of her eye she glimpses the good doctor, still in his seat. She nods to him as she adjusts to the zero gravity environment before steadying herself and taking the first look at her wards for the next seven years.<br/><br/>The Captain is already drifting through the airlock, the pilot close behind. The girl looks absolutely alight. The architect on the other hands, seems to have achieved Nirvana, approaching the door to his creation with reverence. It is a look she's seen before long ago in a magazine, back when the infamous boy genius was designing the thing. Ariel kicks off, floating towards the airlock, bag in tow.<br/><br/>One of the technicians chatters with an engineer. Harmless introductions. The engineer looks positively ill. Ariel nods as she passes by. The other two are still seated, a biologist and a scholar if her dossier is correct. One has a very peaceful face.<br/><br/>The marine is still preoccupied with his book. Pulp fiction if the cover's any clue. The introduction will wait. She finally drifts within grabbing distance of the airlock, swinging herself onto its frame and eyeing her other compatriot in arms, the man in the iron mask. He looks to have nearly 20 kilos on her in addition to the 20 cm in height. Not a man to make enemies with. Not now.<br/><br/>"Such the gentleman, Mr. Reed," she says giving a smile and a small bow. She swings herself through and onto the ship, following the Captain.