<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/41/5a/87/415a871c448465510f3edca9b9f9603f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jay Asarde<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jailhouse > Road > Crew Hostel<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Danny, Zaine, Errybody<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Words<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jay gave a firm but gentle squeeze over Zaine's shoulders while she still held the hostage. His reaction was understandable and would schedule the potential for understanding on both their parts for a later date. When he asked for blueprints she couldn't help but find herself mentally pausing. Smart, she was so focused on narrowing down possibilities that she hadn't even though of cartography. Once they were outside and the man posed yet another good question Jay found herself frowing some, giving a bit of a shrug. "As you know, my suggestion was to take them back to the ship, but I can understand why they'd leave their weapons closer." After all, the ship was up an elevator shaft and some walks away. It'd be easier to get to them in the colony. She may not like it but it was the hard truth. She appreciated that Karasu had removed the chip from her SMG, though.<br/><br/>As for Danny. "You know I never keep my door open." She snorted at him, taking it just a bit more literal than he meant.. and yet at the same time, the way she winked at him afterwards showed something might just be suggestive behind that comment. Then she was headed into her quarters, likely a shared bunking room with the other two women currently with them.<br/><br/>For a while she sat in her bunk looking through data before she even bothered to change or enter the common room with the rest. She had a strange feeling. While Dr. Xiang seemed keen to rule out contagions, she was not. She knew from experience that there were certain contagions that were more picky about what and who they're spread too - nor did they have to contagions of the 'germ' type. A man was reported walking in a different direction without a thought to it, a particular description that made him almost seem trance-like. There were many occult means for this sort of thing - possession being the first and foremost reason high on her mind. Possession wasn't at all a new concept to he universe and there were records of it as far back as records were even held. She needed more information, however. She needed to hear from his co-workers, employers and wife before she could be sure. There were plenty of signs that could come with it all.<br/><br/>As for all of the missing mining equipment... Well, as far as she was concerned that summed up things nicely. Someone or something could have dug up one of these creatures first.. was possessed.. Perhaps there were more of this thing's family underground, so it stole more things to dig.. Started with allowing them to possess animals first so they didn't trigger to many alarms then moved on to more human prey...<br/><br/>12 people in two months, all miners? She glossed through the list of missing people, looking for the absolute first missing and last missing persons. Then she did the same with the absolute first and last missing animals. When did animals start and stop going missing, especially the one's who's bodies weren't found. She also looked for any missing humans within the last two years, and when exactly more humans when missing at quicker intervals. Then she set her wristcom to create a graph and once Liam was done with his own chart she'd combine the two if he had no objections. Wherever things seemed to cross-section the most would likely be another point of reference for her.<br/><br/>When she was finally done with that initial bit she made it into the common room and found everyone else had already changed.... She blinked at the lot of them in their grungy civilian clothes and she smirked. She really didn't look to out of place with them, in reality. She actually stuck out more amongst them when they were all wearing their Warden uniforms - her in her coveralls. Still those short sleeved coveralls clung to her form loosely, the overcoat she'd initially sported had been left folded on her bed. You should had little tell she had any weaponry on her side the pistol strapped to her right thigh - quick draw style.<br/><br/>She'd just wandered in time to hear their Captain give them the night to themselves and rather than engage in any bar hopping as of yet, the woman glanced between those present and gave a snort. "If any of you take to one of the local yokels dive bars, be careful what you drink. In places like these they tend to deal more so in local microbrews." Which had a tendency for higher alcohol content. They loved their moonshine too. With that said she  flashed Doctor Xiang a smile. "They're looking for their friends." She chimed in such a way it was hard to tell whether or not she was actually serious - the way she turned and skipped back into her room didn't really help either, did it?<br/><br/>She had more research to do.<br/>