<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Galley</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Shrass Athrun</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Learning the Layout</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Arthrun &amp; Open If Desired</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Shrass was hilarious and easy to talk to.  For someone with her tendency towards being reticent, Sofie felt remarkably at ease with him.  Perhaps it was because he wasn't human, and so she didn't feel the accumulated baggage of person to person interactions and social mores and worries with him that she did with her own kind.  Not that he wasn't a person, just that he wasn't a human person.  Or, something like that.  The drink wasn't bad either and after her initial hesitant sip, Sofie took to it though it did tend to cling to her upper lip and leave a mil, or rather vrasstis mustache.  A little bit remained after her last sip and Sofie seemed unaware of it.<br/><br/>"We have something called jenever you should try then.  It's, do you know gin?  It's similar to gin, but smoother and less intensely flavored.  Really, it's better.  We serve it in a tulip glass with a little sugar and water.  I'll make you one sometime.  I don't have any now; I rarely drink.  It's not good for my body and goes to fat.  In fact," she frowned and pushed the glass away then poked the side of her tummy, "I'm going to have to work this off later.  It's good though.  Thank you for introducing me to it."<br/><br/>Sofie smiled, briefly, "Tell me about your ice axe.  Is it ornamental, like the sock knives some of the Scots, or maybe they're English, carry when they wear kilts?  Or is it a weapon?"<br/><br/>