<div class="floatleft">(http://i60.tinypic.com/2a6330j.jpg)</div>Astrid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1125571)<br/>Fetchling Swashbuckler<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Astrid snapped off a salute so sloppy she would've been yelled at for hours if she was in the military, "Yes Miss captain ma'am. It's Miss right?"<br/><br/>She took a position next to Mera and was about to mention something about how she really didn't want to become fat when ERN started giving her suggestions. The girl nodded along with each one, though by the time the android finished her eyes had started glowing more fiercely, "Hey, are you calling me fat?"<br/><br/>She crossed her arms under her chest and huffed, "I'm not fat, even if I did eat too much candy yesterday."<br/><br/>Still the girl did button up the middle buttons on her coat, pushing her breasts up a bit and making the bottom flare out behind her. She turned away from ERN and muttered to herself, "Stupid sexy robot. Got built with those curves and doesn't have to work to keep them. It's not fair."<br/><br/>She kept pouting as they stepped outside, though she did keep next to the captain. If nothing else she knew how important it was to keep the VIP safe, especially when she was the one who signed their paychecks. Come to think of it, did they get paychecks or was it just raw credits? Astrid considered asking, but didn't go through with it. That sounded like the stupid question to end all stupid questions.<br/><br/>Instead she just kept her gun out, scanning the area and training it on anything that moved quickly enough to maybe be an enemy.