<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Doctor<br/><strong>Location; </strong>Infirmary<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Crew<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mya listened to the back and forth between Lance and Phil.  She knew that the two men had issues with each other but she wasn't sure where the hostility stemmed from.  Willing to test the waters of her new found freedom and place of equality amongst the crew, she let herself be bold.  <br/><br/>"Seriously boys, this is no time to argue about who did what.  Lance, I don't remember you being in the middle of the firefight either.....which is interesting because I was.  And quite frankly I don't care."  Turning back towards Braxton, "and I wasn't necessarily thinking a lawsuit.... Her limited exposure to the law in college had been mostly medical, but there had been some courses which dealt with contracts and disputes that she vaguely remembered that slowly started coming to the surface as she spoke.  "....as much as there must be some way to negotiate with the company to get the money that puts them in a weakened bargaining position."  Mya had realized she stopped herself from using the word 'our money'.  While her arrangement with Braxton may free her from her bonds, she needed to walk a bit more carefully to make sure she didn't overstep and make him rethink the deal. <br/><br/></div>