She sat rocking gently back and forth on her seat, her fingers laced behind her shock of silver-grey hair which had, around the back and sides, been shorn close to her head but had been allowed to grow as rampant and free spirited on top as she had. As she rocked softly, the loose silver spikes wavered gently, her cherry red lips pursed together and she whistled some silent tuneless melody as her mind curried favour with some distant thought…<br/><br/>Her face wore a delicate brooding beauty, which gave her the look of nineteen, but this was often over looked when people caught sight of her eyes and for a moment or two found them selves floundering as they tried to recall exactly what it was they had been talking to her about in the first place… and at that point she would cock her head to the side and flash them a quick smile and fix them with those eyes… her left was a soft languid brown pool that could draw someone in with a delicate promise.. Her right was a vibrant blue, which shimmered like crystal and threatened to spear them…<br/><br/>For a moment a look of panic crossed her face as she rocked back a little too much in her chair and it balanced precariously as it pondered whether to spill her into an ungainly heap on the floor… her slender arms flapped forwards until she was able to convince the seat as to the direction it really wanted to take and the chair legs hit the ground with a solid thud, jolting her toned lithe body in the process.  An embarrassed smirk took to her soft lips as she place her hand across her heart in mock relief at not having landed in a crumpled heap.<br/><br/>Her sense of dress had often been remarked upon many times before, if only for it being wholly inappropriate.  She wore a small leather effect top that covered her breasts but left her shoulders and midriff exposed and in doing so showed off the light tan of her skin, the black sheen of the hide was peppered with small squares of shiny metal plate… it gave the effect of being armoured, but was barely up to the task… in fact it hardly seemed up the task of containing her full orbs and they seemed forever threatening to break free of their leather bound incarceration.  Her right hand was covered with a black fingerless glove, whilst her left remained unencumbered by any such adornment.  Deciding that sitting had become a little too risky, she stood and walked across to one of the bulkheads and folded her arms as she twisted on her heels and dipped back to rest against it…<br/><br/>Black leather pants with strapping and buckles adorning the front also covered her pert rump and her right leg… the other leg of her garment she had opted to remove at some point so that now her shapely leg lay fully exposed from just a little under her crotch to the point where it vanished into one of her combat boots… boot that had likely seen better days but they were warm and comforting and shod with a steel instep….  Strapped to her right leg was a side arm, the holster reaching most of the way down her thigh and within it sat the double barrelled ‘boom stick’ that she had become so fond of… a little antiquated perhaps, but it had a certain retro appeal to her.<br/><br/>Her name was Nikitia… and she stood here gently staring at the ceiling and absent mindedly tapping the back of her head against the bulkhead in time to some tune that warbled around her mind…<br/><br/>She was jolted back into the room by the pitched voice of her companion, and she sighed… how many times had she answered this question and how many more times had she been asked…  “Lilith… how many more times, if we were there, we wouldn’t still be sat in this tin can…” she sighed and regarded her for a moment… as annoying as she was, she was a pretty feisty little minx… Nikita smiled at her and resumed her tuneless tapping.<br/>