<strong>Name:</strong>Cassie Greenway<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Driver<br/><strong>Location:</strong>at the Cannery<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sue<br/><hr/><br/>She flicked her dark brown hair out of her face as someone approached her.  The mule she was leaning on wasn't technically hers, it was being lent to her by the factory itself.  In spite of that, two of her three most prized possessions were in the mule, under the driver seat.  The third - a combat knife - was just visible on her belt as she pushed off the mule.  "Name's Cassie.  You guys didn't have no problems with that<em>yi da dwei bun chou roh</em>that calls itself a strike, now did ya?"<br/><br/>She turned, and clambered up into the mule she'd been leaning on, having it purring within seconds as she got the engine up and running.  "Lead the way, and I'll give ya a hand getting yer cargo offloaded.  Don't wanna be here any longer than ya have to, I can understand that.  Been here far longer than I wanted to myself as it stands."