<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cargo Hold<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, Early Afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>Keri, Lance<br/><br/>Phil let a smirk crack his lips and wrapped his arm around Keri so that it sat just above her waist.<strong>"Well, not to worry, Lance. Keri and I are just friends. Aren't we, Keri?"</strong>he asked, leaning in towards her.<br/><br/>He knew that it would annoy the engineer to no end. Admittedly, that was sort of his end. He didn't mind Lance in the strictest sense, especially since he kept the ship running, but Phil wasn't planning on letting the sarcastic crack about his time in the Alliance's military slide without a little retribution. Sure, it was childish, but Phil liked to be the one deprecating himself, not anyone else. If that meant putting his hands on the girl that Lance seemed to fancy, well then, it meant he would have no doubts about getting at least a<em>sub rosa</em>rise out of the man.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't mind much missing out on Red's antics,"</strong>he told Keri.<strong>"Girl's going to be trouble, especially when it comes to Braxton and his... I guess libido would be a good word. I think it's safer to observe the aftermath of whatever takes place from a safe distance."</strong>