<strong>Name;</strong>Isi Smith<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line, Galley, currently heading to Shadow.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Anyone else left in the Galley.  Open.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/fireflyisi.jpg) <br/><br/><br/>Isi concentrated on her soup taking it all in without watching directly as the pilot left, taking a few others with her then the cook delivered an ultimatum which the captain seemed to overreact to a little.<br/><br/>Life on board 'The Line' seemed like it could  be about to suddenly become a lot more 'interesting' than was strictly healthy and Isi set her legs so she could push off away from the table in a hurry if she needed to as the pistol crested its holster. Her eyes were still locked on the food, her mouth shut. This wasn't her fight and she was best off out of it.</div>