<div class="floatleft">(http://images.tvrage.com/news/before-new-girl-zooey-deschanel.jpg)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Alessa Woodridge </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Mars Surface</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> New Arrivals and anyone else that happens to be there.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Moving things inside: quickly.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><em> "Right, people, lets get as much of this stuff inside as we can".</em><br/><br/>Right move things to place A set them down now move them to place B. Lessa was glad that things were lighter here, cause she was damn sure she would have been aching by now. Manual labor had never been her friend, its why she went into dentistry. Teeth. That she knew. But she had to make herself useful here at least till she could make it inside with her laundry list of to-dos.<br/><br/>Nigel's voice had caught her attention and she managed to stumble just as he turned and walked inside, she dropped the box she was carrying and watched as it fell slowly to the surface she herself managed to not fall on her face, though she was damn sure her squeal of terror was heard by others, or perhaps the suite muffled it. She regained herself and moved to pick up what she had dropped.<br/><br/><em>Alright Lessa no making as ass out of yourself just yet... kay?</em>She asked herself box of items back in hand hoping whatever it was she dropped was personal and not something extremely fragile.