<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>|Room of the Abs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Abs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Discussing the fate of the revolution</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Julie sat down in one of the chairs and made a show of not looking while Abs was changing. "Sorry, I didn't really get to know anyone all that well in the Arctic, and you seemed nice, so I came here. I would have brought a bottle of wine, only I don't have one." She admitted.<br/><br/>"I can't believe we are finally here. That we made it in the end. All that craziness and studying and training... It seems insane that they actually picked me. I still don't know who put my name forward or why they even thought that I would be a good fit for this in the first place let alone how I made it through all the training." A small smile, "Although, I guess they may figure that having little women mechanics means we can fit places the big burly guy mechanics can't?"