<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<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>“Is that so?” Braxton asked and looked the girl up and down. She was a sexy thing that one. Her looks were fresh and innocent, even if her behavior was anything but. Must have cost Sue a fortune to have her on board. He briefly wondered how the cook was able to afford a girl like that for more than a night. ”I know a place or two where I could hide a piece on you. Large caliber, too.” Braxton insinuated.</em><br/><br/>Sophie smiled back at Braxton with real dimples.  She nodded;<strong>"Yessir mister Captain, Ah'm ready fer anythin." </strong>Her eyes sparkled as she managed to put more meaning behind those words than a girl her age should have been able to.  Her eyes flashed with a bit of fear and then interest, the lids dropping in a hooded, sexual glance at the captain.<strong>"Ah ken see yew're ah man ken handle his piece mister Captain.  Ah feel warm an tingly 'round men lahk thet.  Ah'm partial to tha large caliber pieces mahself."</strong><br/><br/>As Mya came up Sophie recognized the look the other woman gave her and then the captain.  There was something going on there between the two her instinct told her.  Yet she did not feel any hostility.<br/><br/>Hearing the big man with the guns yelling down something about getting the noncombat personnel back inside she looked to Mya.<strong>"If'n yew're tha medic Ah ken help ya with bandages an sech.  Ah jest gotta give these guns ta mah Uncle Sue."</strong>