<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Claire.jpg/265px-Claire.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie DeLaurents</span></span><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mascot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Line cargo ramp<br/><strong>With:</strong>Braxton, Mya, Cookie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sophie babbled happily to the pretty doctor lady as she followed her inside the ship and away from the tumult of the docks.  She smiled a bit shyly as Mya caught her eyes.  There was something about this woman that drew her, some sense of a kindred spirit as well as the draw of the intelligence simmering behind those glasses.  She stayed close to the other woman, her hips brushing against the bags in Mya's hands.<br/><br/>She remained close, standing very near to Mya as the doctor laid out her supplies on the bench.  Sophie did not pull back when Mya rose to her feet, bringing them within inches of each other.  Sophie blushed a bit at Mya's warm presence so close to her, well within her personal space.  Her nipples, already firm with the excitement from the announcements and the captain's flirting perked up through her thin blouse.  Sophie stood spell bound, her lips parted slightly as Mya brushed the hair back off her face.  She trembled a bit and her intense green eyes turned into wells of emotion.  The touch of Mya's hand on her arm thrilled her strangely and she raised her own hand to brush lightly against Mya's.<strong>"Ahhh, ummm... thank ya Doc.  Ah think yer really purty yerself.  Ah wish Ah looked as nice as yew do."<br/></strong><br/>Sophie stepped closer as Mya knelt back down.  She felt herself growing attracted to the other woman in a way she had not felt since that time amongst the women and girls of the Companion training house.  "<strong>Ah'll do mah best ta keep mah head down then an near you Doc... ahhh... Mya."</strong>She glanced down at Mya and licked her lips in a nervous gesture at the fluttery feelings in her tummy.  She was enjoying this soft, almost gentle feeling of friendliness and attraction growing with this other woman so unlike the blazing, star hot feelings that men stirred in her.  Kneeling down as well, she kept her eyes locked on Mya's.  "<strong>Yew've gotta pretty name Mya, Ah like it ah lot.  Ah would like it a lot if yew'd be mah friend an' mebbe teach me stuff 'bout doctor'n 'an how ta be smart 'an so confident like yew." </strong>Some of the hard, edgy intensity seemed to melt from the younger woman as she gazed into Mya's eyes.<strong> "Why Ah'd almost go get shot or cut jest ta have yer pretty fingers on mah body."</strong>