<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/js1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Keridwyn "Keri" Jones<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Pilot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lance, Cookie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Keri sighed as Lance left the Bridge. She really hadn't meant to yell at him, she was on edge over what had happened as everyone else, and, like everyone else, she hadn't had a chance to let the adrenaline settle yet. If she hadn't had a death grip on her pilot's seat, her hands would probably have been shaking. Before she could call Lance back to apologize however, Cookie tore into her, earning a sharp glare from the petite pilot.<br/><br/>He had a point about her use when shooting started, guns weren't her best thing...but then they didn't have to be. When the shooting started, her job wasn't to be outside shooting back, it was to have the Line up and out of the way as soon as everyone was on board. If she was out shooting, the damned ship didn't move! Hearing his hollered threat from down the hall she didn't bother trying to hide the frustrated/infuriated, growling that filled her throat. It wasn't a scream, but it likely echoed down the hall behind him just a bit anyway.<br/><br/>She'd be damned if she was going to show up at his cot like some hired whore simply because he yelled at her! And if he thought he was going to drag her anywhere by her hair, then he'd forgotten that she made it a habit to keep knives secreted away on her<em>and</em>that she knew how to use them!