<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YC4JQQt.png)</div><strong>Name: Diwata Cloutier</strong><br/><strong>Nationality|Faction:</strong>PanOceania (NeoTerra)<br/><strong> Age: </strong>28<br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>CAC Module – Shared living area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Diwata entered the living space with a bag under one arm. Flight suit still covering her richly coloured skin. Her attention drawn gradually over towards the collection of women crowded together to watch the fight. She stepped over and paused to pull a can of cheap beer from within the bag she was carrying and cracking it with a fizz and swell of frothy head. "Dear lord you lot are obsessed." She would tease before knocking back a deep drought of the alcohol. A satisfied sigh escaping her lips as she rested one elbow on the back of the couch.<br/><br/>"So this is what you've been doing while I was hauling loads of relief rations all day. Thats fine you'll get your share of work tomorrow." Leaning back to stretch out her back with a crack of bone. "Alberta has some appointment booked, that should take more than just my butt hauling things." Her eyes glued to the screen for a long moment.Leaning over the couch and opening the bag to offer up a can to each of those collected.  "I think you're all missing the obvious option here. Helena's body could get wrecked, and a new L-Host could be introduced to get some pay back."<br/><br/>A little distracted sigh escaping her as she stood up tall once more, turning her attention towards the private quarters in the back of the module and began to head that way. "Y'all enjoy I need a drink and some sleep." She declared easily. Scooping one last can of beer up out of the bag and leaving what remained for the others.