<div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/9/95/TwilekNEGAS.png/revision/latest?cb=20150523023715)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Tina/Tiz'noga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Planet, Tower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Party<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>0/0<strong>Soak:</strong>1<strong>Wounds:</strong>0<strong>Strain:</strong>4<br/><strong>Injuries:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She pulled out all the tools she needed, grabbing the stuff she needed for the painful burns-creams, ointments, disinfectent, all that good stuff. She began to apply it, as gently as she could, as she listened to Miria speak. She nodded, and once she was done, she sighed. "I...I don't think anything I did really made a difference. It doesn't look like it's getting any better..." And indeed, it wasn't. "We'll manage, though. Once we're off this planet."<br/><br/>"Also, I...I want to say sorry." She said, her gaze turned downward. "I've been...I've been a real jerk to everyone, and it's only starting to really hit me that we're all in this together. I'm just so used to being alone that..." She gulped and shook her head. "I'm doing it again, I'm dumping all my problems on you. I don't mean to throw all my problems at you." She turned around. "Do...do you think we can get to that hangar without anyone seeing us?" She asked.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ability: At 2017-12-22 23:47:45, Angiejuusan (uid: 37215) rolls: 1d8 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111807) 1 Success<br/><br/>Proficiency: At 2017-12-22 23:48:05, Angiejuusan (uid: 37215) rolls: 1d12 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111808) Jack shit!<br/><br/>Difficulty! At 2017-12-22 23:48:30, Angiejuusan (uid: 37215) rolls: 2d8 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111810) 1 failure, 1 threat<br/><br/>so final total, 1 threat. Oops.</div></div>