<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A3sqKMz.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Miria Lannik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet, Canyon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Defense:</strong><strong>Soak:</strong>3<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>0<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong>Agonizing Wound (Average Severity)<br/><hr/><br/><em>Scrappers,</em>Miria thought. No doubt their base would feel a lot like home to her, a comparison she would not like to ever make. These ones looked different than the last group, and she wondered if they were from different factions of some sort. If they were, it was possible they might get distracted by the previous scuffle, and if they were<em>really</em>lucky, they might even go after the one that had run off.<br/><br/>"Yeah, we should just keep moving toward that building. Make good time, but try not to make any obvious footprints?" To tell the truth, she didn't really have any idea how to go about leaving less of a trail, aside from trying to avoid soft terrain. Wilderness survival and the like hadn't really been a concern on her homeworld. Tina had a good point, and hoping that they would get unreasonably lucky all of the sudden and the scrappers would leave, was just asking to get shot.