<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cCq51HJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Trishna Chaudhari<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Docking bay<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Vac Suit<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Swearing, Dressing<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Unless you want to jump down to check, landing is the only way to check."  Trish commented as she brought the ship close enough to surveil the landing pad.  If nothing seemed out of the ordinary, she brought it down to land.  She disconnected herself from the ship and swung out of her seat to head towards her quarters.  A quick strip and change later and she was dressed in a Vac-Suit rather better fitting than the one-size-fits-most ones that were stock on the ship.  It hugged her curves, and an argument could have been made that more insulation was wise.  Her boarding shotgun went over one shoulder, then she headed to the airlock to join Talora.<br/><br/>"Two is safer than one."  She commented.  "But if you want me to wait here I can play dame in shining armour."<br/><br/>