<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>Jefferies tube access hatch.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Daniel, Liam, Lawman, Crew, Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Things<br/><br/><hr/><br/><i><b>CLAP--THUNK</b></i>"Sonofa---!" The mocha fleshed woman snapped as the back of her head slammed against the above panel when she nearly jumped out of her own god damned skin. By the time Jay ripped herself out of that hatch yet<i>another</i>impact might echo through the ship as he became the intended victim of a hardy shove and fist shaking in his face threateningly. "You asshole! Ya gave me'ya go'damned<i>heart attack</i>!" She scowled as she tried to grab up the collar of his shirt and use it as a means to hold him hostage. Not hat she managed to look very menacing considering the good head taller he stood above her.<br/><br/>Then again, for as angry as she had originally seemed her actions were half-hearted at best. "Eat shite and die, Ah do what Ah want!" She hissed up at him with the same haughty petulance he grew up with as she rubbed over the one particular cheek he'd given quite the walloping. She wouldn't be surprised if she found a nice big red hand-print painted right over her ass if she looked in the mirror later.<br/><br/>"Ah'll be seein'<b>you</b><i>lata'</i>..." She shot him one last glower, eyes squinting at him with a pointedly dramatic sense of wariness as she wandered back towards her room grumbling still rubbing at that wounded ass of hers. She'd have to get him back for that later, unfortunately he was hard pressed to get things done for now.<br/><br/>She had no idea why he wanted her planet-side but she wasn't about to argue with him -<i>yet</i>. Instead she slipped on her flak-suit beneath her coveralls, giving her a somewhat bulkier look but for those that didn't know her she wouldn't really stand out. A combat knife was holstered to her hip with her utility belt, a second combat knife slipped into a slot special made within her boots. Her pistols was strapped to her thigh quick draw style, something she felt these locals could appreciate. She knew they were supposed to go in with a friendlier aura about them but these were<i>miners</i>, hardy working folk that defended themselves just as much as their land. If they all walked in like a bunch of modern city slickers full of false cheeriness they'd lose respect fast.<i>Know your audience.</i><br/><br/>The grunted greeting they received from the miner caused a quirk in her lips, a small lopsided grin forming as she eyed the man with instant appreciation. "Ah like'<b>im</b>." Those glacial hues glittered with a subtle mirth beneath the veil of her gold-mirrored aviators.<br/><br/>Liam’s greeting, however, instantly wiped that smile from her face. ”…’<i>Sup</i>’?..” She repeated blandly, a slender brow lofting incredulously. She had half a mind to ask him if he was sixteen years old… Instead the woman chose that moment to drift off into another land, shrugging her way past her crewmates to offer a scarred hand permanently stained with the grime of her line of work to Albert Vogler. “Jay Asarde, and you might be?” She clearly didn’t care if his hands were dirty either.<br/>