<strong>Name;</strong>Isi Smith<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line, Galley, currently heading to Shadow.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Serenity, anyone else in the Galley.  Open.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/fireflyisi.jpg)<br/><br/>Isi gave Serenity another smile and had been thinking of something to say when a lot more people showed up, she left the smile as it was and sat and watched.<br/><br/>She had a bowl of soup turn up which she sipped at, it was good, which wasn't so much of a surprise the meals here were. The cook, improbably called Sue for reasons that likely had to do with his parents being possessed of what they mistakenly considered a sense of humour, actually seemed to have some idea of what he was doing.<br/><br/>There was some banter, which Isi observed, watching the interplay closely without being too obvious about it, nodding to people as they came in, giving them a warm smile.<br/><br/>Isi politely refused the alcohol when it came, her cover didn't drink after all, sticking with water, which she was happy to raise and drink during the toasts.<br/><br/>This was an interesting group of misfits puzzling out exactly who they all were and where they were all from was going to be a fun challenge. The companion was insightful, as expected, and would need care. She clearly knew something wasn't quite 'right' with Isi but was certainly not about to work out anything without more information, good or bad, which Isi wasn't about to supply her. It was too hazardous to spread too much disinformation with someone like that on board. She would just maintain as she was, a little suspicion was fine, everyone had something in their past they were not willing to share with everyone else after all. That was perfectly normal.<br/><br/>Sip of soup, sip of water, a smile at the banter. Yes, this could be a pleasant way to spend the next few months.</div>