<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8ShyBD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tserin Oakley<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Sexual Identity:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Position:</strong>New hire Operator<br/><br/>Tserin’s eyes went wide and she was wondering if Tom was serious.  She quickly said, “N-no!  I was… It was just a figure of speech.  I’m good, so no death for me thanks!”  Tserin paused for a moment and asked hurriedly, “They don’t really kill people here… Do they?”<br/><br/>Jumping a little when<strong>Belinda</strong>Put her hand on the newb’s shoulder, Tserin almost squeaked, but reined that in thankfully!  So many surprises, so much weirdness.  Way too much for her to process within the first ten minutes at her new job.  The interviewer had<em>not</em>hinted at promises of death, horribly repulsive guys (except for Tom!) and weird headaches out of nowhere.<br/><br/>“Oh! H-hi, thanks.  Yes sure, I’ll do my best to remember that… uhh.” The other girl had breezed past and Tserin wasn’t even sure the girl had heard a word she’d said.  “Wow…” Tserin said as she finally caught a look at<strong>Sam</strong>and wondered exactly just how tall the woman was, and what they fed her, fearing the answer would be<em>noobers!</em>“Jesus, you’re freakin’ tall.  OH!  Sorry, my brain sometimes has a direct line to my mouth, ma’am!  Hi, I’m Tserin… Tserin Oakley.” The pretty, under-tall ginger said as she fumbled with her badge on her lanyard to show the taller woman, wondering to herself if maybe by holding hit up like a priest would a cross it would keep the seriously muscular woman from eating her like an hors d'oeuvre.<br/>