<strong>Vasha</strong>(https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1E2Awk-_ZgpfHmPN0W8VF5aZQylthHhUb0QEyUZmt5tk/edit#gid=493073349).<br/><br/>Passingly tall with a lithe build and pert bosom, Vasha strode into the passenger compartment of the shuttle and paused, giving an excited little squeal.  Amethyst eyes scanned the compartment, noticing that she was a bit overdressed, but that the needler on one hip and survival knife gartered to her right hip weren't really out of place.  That was a relief!<br/><br/>The lashunta's raven black hair was in an intricate braid that fell to the backs of her hips, which emphasized her graceful antenna.  She had silky skin and a heart shaped face, fully symmetrical and wide eyed.  Her back was hard and her waist tight and tiny.  These things were readily apparent from her choice of dress.  Silky purple fabric wrapped behind her neck and draped down, over both breasts, to her waist, where it joined with a loincloth-skirt.  Sandals with a little heal wrapped up to her calves.<br/><br/>She paused with her satchel held in front of her in both hands and glanced at the other four—and a really neat drone, too!  She gave a little bounce and squeal, “Oh, I'm so excited.  Are you all going to the Starfinder lodge as well?  My names Vasha Avarlan Faia'a Naret'aja.  Please call me Vasha.”<br/><br/>