<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/leatherjacket3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Bel Lao (First Officer) -- At the captain's table</strong><br/><br/>Bel frowned slightly as she considered the sensor situation, the need for her answer somewhat mollified by the captain stepping in. If he said they were flying without it she wasn't about to argue it in front of the crew, especially before she had a chance to look into it.<br/><br/>"Captain's right, we can fly without it but I hear ya, Cam, I'd rather not fly without it if we don't have to," she said with a hint of a shrug. "Why don't you and me and Chase put our heads together and put together a list like the captain here suggests and we can prioritize what we need. Meanwhile I'll keep my eye out for a part that's priced reasonable. We can't get it now, we'll get it when we can."<br/><br/>She smiled at Angel and Lynn as they approached, and did the same as Chase joined them. "Good evening," she greeted them then waited until everyone found a chair to proceed. "I reckon I'm the only one who's  met everybody so let me go 'round the table. This is Captain Bradley, for those who ain't met him. These young ladies have signed on as passengers -- this is Rui Wai Mun<em>shao jeh</em>and this is Miss Lynn Proctor.  And these two gentlemen over here are Cam, our pilot, and Chase, the mechanic as you might have heard. I think I just might help myself to that keg, anybody else want one?"<br/>