<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">[Int roll 1: 9.  Int roll 2: 7.]</span><br/><br/>Katie shadowed the Captain, beaming politely at the guests and making sure that drinks were refilled.  She made small talk with a couple of the passengers but mainly lurked unobtrusively in the background.  Receptions were one of her least favourite duties because she had to be on her best behaviour for so long without actually having anything to do.  She watched Rolsing enviously as he circulated, displaying the easy charisma that must be taught in pilot school.  He was charming and his little jokes were genuinely funny.  In her head she imagined herself delivering his little quips and one-liners, knowing they'd have fallen flat if they came from her lips, and wondering why.<br/><br/>The wrapping up of the party ended her musing.  When Rolsing offered to let her watch the jump from the bridge she grinned and thanked him girlishly.  She shepherded the passengers back to their cabins, and once they were all back in their boxes she cleared away the surfaces in preparation for the jump.  She worked fast.  She didn't want to miss it.