<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside<em>The Line</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, night<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi, Open<br/><br/>Phil approached the cargo bay door, and knocked an old rhythm he remembered from his childhood. He just hoped it would be enough to alert the crew that he wasn't here to fight.<br/><br/><em>Knock, knock knock, knock, knock... knock, knock.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Hello? I'm back, if anyone's in there. I've also got a passenger who can pay fare for a ways,"</strong>he called, waiting for a response from someone inside. He turned to Levi and asked,<strong>"Hey, do you have a radio or something I can borrow for a minute?"</strong>