Name: Kris Palmer (http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lutcsrQ9iG1qbhmlvo1_500.jpg)<br/>Occupation: Technician<br/>Location: Shuttle Gamma<br/>Tagged: All, Open<br/><hr/><br/>The interesting, if not, eclectic assortment of music Kris had piled on her MP3 player had produced a number of instrumental, calming pieces that had put quite at ease despite her previous restlessness aboard the shuttle. So much so, she had managed to get in a light snooze. It was a perfect remedy for what seemed a lengthy trip given that conversation was not much of an option due to the partitions and the restrictive harness that crossed over her slender torso and even between her thighs. She supposed she needed a bit of shut-eye anyways. The night before hadn't exactly been restful given her anticipation.<br/><br/>Dozing through the vibrations of the docking process and even the pilots announcements, it wasn't until everyone started to emerge from their seats to gather their things that Kris's eyes finally peeled open. She didn't immediately move, releasing a deep sigh in attempt to contain herself as an overwhelming excitement started to course through her veins. Pressing the heel of her hand to her eye in attempt to wipe what remained of sleep from her eyes, she began the process of unbuckling, but when she slid out of the harness drifting up out of her seat due to the small amount of force she had created, a wide grin curled across her lips. Reality was sinking in. Kris was in space! Despite her best efforts, she couldn't suppress a small laugh as she "swam" upward out of the small compartment she had occupied. She reaching up above in the crevice where her duffel bag was strapped down to pull it free, though it took some effort as she had had to cram it in there before. It seemed she wasn't the lightest packer of the crew.<br/><br/>Tossing the bag over her shoulder, she made her way over to the air lock where it seemed like most of the crew was gathered. From the packet of paperwork she'd been given, she'd taken to memorizing everyone's name and face, so she wasn't surprised by any means at the crowd ahead of her. It seemed like she was the last, in fact. The three engineers, three technicians (including herself), the guards, pilot, and of course the captain. Kris had to admit, though, they were all much more impressive than they were on paper. Particularly Kiran Reed who stood guard at the airlock in full gear, ready for duty.<br/><br/>Kris took hold of the handle just as Captain Turner spoke out, her glance initially trained on the man, though it flickered about all the others gathered around her curiously. It seemed a decent crew; certainly versatile which was nothing to complain about as long as they all got past their differences. Her green eyes immediately snapped back to the captain at his request, giving a nod and a soft, though confident 'Yes, Sir' in response.<br/><br/>Waiting for the others to move forward and empty out of the airlock onto the ship, Kris tightened her grip on the airlock and turned her attention to Kiran, her head tilting aside. She merely smirked at him for a minute before she finally spoke. "Can't miss you, can we, Reed?" A laugh followed shortly after to indicate she was simply jesting with him, and soon after that, her fist rose to give him a firm, though non-threatening punch to the shoulder. Upon recoiling her fist which had clearly lost the battle against his armor, she winced. "Remind me never to do that again."<br/><br/>Despite the slight ache in her knuckles, Kris produced a smile and outstretched the hand. "Name's Kristin Palmer, but I prefer Kris."