<strong>Name:</strong>Rayche 'Hops' Deepwell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hold To Galley<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing</div><div class="spoiler_body">She wears has a bodysuit she uses for away missions, blue plastic with black leather plating and a slick wet, see-through substance that goes from the middle of her neck down to a deep plunging neckline.  This alien substance can be permeated by skin and only skin.  The bodysuit has 2" stiletto heels and gloves that reach to the elbow.  The bodysuit comes with an additional scarf that pulls around her face if need be.</div></div><br/>As Slam leaves the hold, the automatic lights within turn off, no need to burn extra energy after all.  There is a moment where the hum of the machinery in the ship is all that exists within the hold, crates, boxes, and a black metal tube sitting and waiting to arrive at their destination.  Then a light blinks on in the front of the tube, Melfina's bright green glow shining down onto Rayche's smooth face.  The Cracker floats in the tube, her body held in stasis apparently until this moment.  Her eyelids flick up revealing almond shaped pale blue eyes.  "All crew to Galley, Captain is ready for briefing, please, don't keep her waiting," are the first words Rayche hears after months of cryo.<br/><br/>A dainty blue hand reaches up and taps lightly on the screen in front of her, taking several times to get the device to feel her with the slick cryo-material and her own bodily wetness.  When it does, Melfina cheerily wishes her a good morning and she pulls herself out of the pod.  Rayche hops out of the tube, sitting naked as the hold lights turn back on at the edge of her tube, legs casually bent at her side like a seated frog.  "Ready for briefing?" she asks the computer with a slightly concerned sound to her voice, "Why wasn't I woken earlier?"  The computer gives an apologetic beep and she goes into a nearby box to grab her effects, first a towel to quickly dry off her body and red shock of pixie cut hair, then her dark blue bodysuit (quite a bit closer to black than the pale blue of her skin) which she slides easily into.  There is a moment of discomfort as she wiggles her feet about, clicking on the floor several times with her stilettos.  "Why did this need to have shoes?" she mutters to herself before quickly grabbing her tablet and hurrying up to the galley.<br/><br/>Entering the galley, Hops slows for a second with a slightly concerned look on her face.  First off, she's late it seems.  Secondly, none of these people are the ones who put her into the tube in the first place.  No matter.  She reaches up, adjusting her hair carefully and clears her voice before stepping forward to present herself.  "Ah, I'm not the whipper or anything.  Rayche Deepwell, you can call me Hops.  I'm a Cracker," she presents in a neat, well-trained manner, though her pale blue eyes have turned towards Squiddly.  "And uh, I shall happily take a green one."  With a click-click-click, she crosses to the other slimy looking crew-member and reaches out to ask for one.