<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/Haley_cummings_10.jpg)</div>Dealing with this place was rapidly getting on Sandra's nerves.  She knew she wasn't really that intelligent or educated, but being treated like a point-and-click weapon was getting very old very quickly.  Perhaps that's all her mother really thought she was good for, though...<br/><br/>She glanced over all the various machines, stopping at a stereo player and checking over its collection.  "Sandra," she added, a thick Southern accent apparent in her voice.  "Scion of Artemis."  The only piece of jewelry she wore was a pendant in a crescent shape that looked to be made out of some exotic rock, maybe even from the moon.<br/><br/>Her attire consisted of cutoff jeans, leather boots and a pink T-shirt that had just enough faint rips and tears to accent with her flesh beneath.  She didn't wear any makeup, either lacking a talent for it or simply having no interest.  "I don't suppose any of you know more than I do on what all is going on?"