<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>Main hangar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Devlin, Dureke, Abs and whoever else is still in the main hangar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Pressing flesh and takin' names</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Julie waved off the comment about her being mucky, "I, er, was working on the life support kit down in the basement here earlier, I am already greasy." She offered a hand to Devlin, who she had to look up at, and up at, and then a little more, thought better of it and said, "It might be a little greasy, if that's a problem, best not to shake it." She offered him an apologetic smile by way of a consolation prize.<br/>"Oh, Julie by the way. Julie Franklin - Maintenance and 'all things mechanical and fun, plus anything that needs a millwright' section."<br/>