<div class="floatleft">(http://i1287.photobucket.com/albums/a632/Michael_Saumure/RitaClose_zps51122bd7.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Rita Munoz</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Boarding Transport</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Everyone else</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Settling in</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>The craft wasn't terribly big but Rita had grown accustomed to small quarters on the oil rigs, and that had prepared her well for life on the colony as well.  Finding a seat was simple enough, the young man named Xander had already seated himself, and since she preferred not to sit by the pressure hull she chose to join him.  "Hope you don't mind me joining you." she quipped, her accent already giving away her nationality to anyone who knew how to tell.  Settling in she smiled at Xander as she buckled herself in to the seat.