<strong>Name:</strong>Rayche 'Hops' Deepwell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>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/>Hops leans forward intently to listen to the explanation being given by Slam.  As she does so, she reaches into a pocket of her suit and takes out a little tablet, rapidly ticking and flicking at it.  Her lips purse thoughtfully and her tongue touches them as she seems to think things through.  "Captain?" she asks with a glance upward and a little raise of a slightly webbed finger.  "Am I to understand that we will be taking these without payment?  My last Captain was very firm in saying that is not a good way to do business."  Her voice is slightly hesitant, clearly not talking about things that are quite in her method of determining things.  She then clears her throat and sits up a bit more straight, her tightly squeezed cleavage very obvious through the clear substance that her bodysuit has down to her breasts.  "I'm not objecting, much more like my own people."<br/><br/>As she says this, Hops has found herself a seat in the galley, stepping up into it and then squatting in a very froglike manner in it.  One of her hands helps keep her steady as she leans back slightly to survey the crew, a little quirk of cheer coming to her lips, "This is a much more visually pleasing crew than my last one as well."