<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Doctor<br/><strong>Location; </strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Crew<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mya remained curiously quiet throughout the whole discussion.  She wanted to reprise her position as a part of the crew and not just Braxton's servant, but she found the current plan to rob the train a bit <em>out of her league</em>.  She was good at thinking and mending people and surprisingly good at combat triage, but not so good at being sneaky.  At least that was what she told herself.  <br/><br/>The crew knew their jobs and so did Mya, and they all went to it with the same diligence they had always shown.  She watched with concern as Keri escorted Sue from the infirmary.  He was in no shape to be strolling around the ship and she swore to herself if he tore his stitches open, she was going to make sure he remembered why she insisted on staying immobile.  As soon as the crew discussion started to break up, Mya began cleaning up the infirmary.  She realized she hadn't taken the time to do anything being so distracted by Sophie and worn from trying not to get killed and trying to keep Sue from dying.  She took time now to clean and sanitize her tables and instruments with expectations of more of her talents being needed once the caper was over.  <br/><br/>She took note of the supplies she had used and what she needed to replace.  All the while taking account of how much cash she had waiting in the core banking system and how much it would cost her to free herself of Braxton.  She smiled quietly to herself when she thought of the senators and magistrates who had filled her private accounts in order to use her and how she would now use that money to free her from the bondage they indirectly forced her into.  </div>