<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/58/Chloe_1.jpg/600px-Chloe_1.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Sarah Moreno<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Plain prison issue coverall and plain cloth shoes<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Exploring the ship<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mai<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/>She nodded, a little absently, as Mai spoke about the transmitter.  The words all felt familiar and correct, though they didn't seem to prompt a great deal of deeper knowledge, and again she had the feeling of knowing a little about a lot of things -- which so far hadn't really been all that useful, unfortunately.  But maybe things would change, and if nothing else they'd all at least get more used to the way things were.  They had 18 months, after all, which might just be the rest of their lives.<em>Apparently you're a cynic, Sarah,</em>she thought, smothering a sigh as she joined her new acquaintance in the search for tools.<br/><br/><em>"So Sarah, what are you in for if you don’t mind me asking?"</em>It was a question she never thought she'd hear directed at her, or at least she was pretty sure she'd never thought that, and at first she didn't know what to say.  And Mai's own answer to the question, probably meant to reassure Sarah that there was nothing to be embarrassed about as a convict surrounded by convicts, didn't entirely help.  She still felt like she was in a movie -- and not a silly but safe comedy, either.  "Um.  Some sort of fraud.  Embezzlement.  That's probably illegal everywhere," she added wryly.  "But the company had more money than they could even keep track of, so..."  She trailed off, awkwardly, not quite comfortable with the justification even though at one point it had apparently been enough for her.<br/><br/>Her search had continued while she spoke, and as her voice faded away she managed to pry open a panel that was slightly stuck.  A canvas pouch inside shifted, and the distinctive clink of metal on metal sounded in the small room.  "Ah, that sounds promising," she said, opening it as she picked it up to reveal a small cache of tools much as Mai had described.  Should she ask Mai something else, help keep the conversation going?  She wasn't good at this chit chat stuff, it seemed, though at least she had some clue what to do with the tools and pulled out a screwdriver to get the main panel open.  Offering the pouch out to Mai, she added, "Um, so you seem like you're remembering some things," she ventured, a little enviously.