<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/46/Jay.png/545px-Jay.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jay Asarde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Martian Warden station, entering Conference room.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Peoples, Commander Antoine, Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Words<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Was she crazy or was<i>she</i>the only one the commander referred to with a noticably formal distance?<i>Ms. Asarde</i>, she was - while others were on a first name basis... This had the woman squinting with a subtle sense of paranoia. She might have even remarked on it had it not been for the abrupt chuff that left one Mister Eric Blair.<br/><br/>Wary narrowed blues snapped to the sound and upon recognizing the source any potential ire she might have felt melted from her features. Instead, she found herself passing her former peer a slow blink instead. What was so funny? Did she really say something so ridiculous? She doubted it! Blair was one of those few people out there with  sense of humor just as fucked up as her own but even then he found humor in places she often missed. Weren't they in such a professional atmosphere she might have kindly flipped him the bird - for old times' sake.<br/><br/>Her attention returned to the Commander, particularly alert of his wording. One minute he used words like 'stolen' and 'taken' then denied any knowledge of foul play or involuntary dislocation in the next. It was all very strange to her, her lips formed a thin line and when they were seemingly dismissed she didn't budge. "One last thing, if you will, Commander..." She chimed, pausing just long enough to gain his attention but not quite long enough for him to refuse her.<br/><br/>"How long has it been since last contact with the colony?"<br/>