<div class="floatleft"> ](http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/ebfa601f-dfb0-4557-a153-6bcc6b23c97f_zpsztcnqyvk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liam Kithcannon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Presidia on Mars<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nobody in particular<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Musing to self while leading the way to the sheriff's office<br/><br/><br/>That was the final piece of the puzzle.  The commander was there for obvious reasons; he was in charge.  Karasu was there as the muscle.  Mei-Li was the medic.  Jay was the jack-of-all-trades, a role he could fill as well.  Between them they likely had a broader range of skills than you would find in the average population.  It bode well towards a quick and easy resolution to their current case, whatever that was.<br/><br/>"Does anyone speak anything other than English?" Liam asked.  "Not all the miners here are fluent."  Karasu was probably fluent in Japanese, seeing as how it was the first language she had  reached for.  Mei-Li might be fluent in one or both of the Chinese dialects but there was no way to be certain without asking.  Judging a book by its cover was never a wise idea.  Jay didn't look like anything he could put a finger on.  Maybe she was Hispanic.  Even knowing her background wouldn't necessarily tell him much about her.  Hell, his ancestors had been Welsh and he didn't know a word of Gaelic.  He could get by in most places because he spoke some of the most common languages in the human sphere but there were still people he couldn't communicate with.  He knew three words in German, one of them an insult.  He spoke none of the romance languages and couldn't tell Swedish from Danish.  Hopefully the others would make up for his deficiencies.<br/>