<div class="floatright">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/500/463/large/sunme-lee-6-2.jpg?1484122299)</div><strong>Mechanic/Engineer:</strong>Annabell Wynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2268387)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Galley<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning 08/09/2519<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Notation:</strong>Job Selection<br/><hr/><br/>Annabell grins at Clover and gives a thumbs up. The following votes for the Bellerophon job have her frowning, shoulders slumping and swaying feet slowing. As Jigs announces the job taken she scrunches up her face before slowly nodding. Her left hand comes up, her thumb rubbing against her fingertips while right hand lifts and mimes firing a gun. Her gaze briefly flits across the crew gathered in the Galley, a flush filling her cheeks as she takes in the state of dress of some.<br/><br/>Rubbing at her cheek and smearing the grease further she rolls her shoulders before slipping off the table and heads to the pilot. Tapping Cripply on his good knee and waits for his attention. Once she has it she stomps once on the ground before bringing a hand up to cup her ear her other hand lifting up and flicking through signs. [problem report?] Moving a bit she brings her hands before her as if holding a wheel and slowly rocking it back and forth before jerking the false wheel to the right twice, her gaze still on Connor's face with her head tilted to the side.