<strong>Name;</strong>Isi Smith<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line, Bridge, Galley and just outside.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Anyone on the bridge, anyone heading from The Line into town.  Open.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/fireflyisi.jpg) <br/><br/>A year? Well, she didn't have to stay for the entire period, though it would make life cheaper, plus knowing how to fix, or break, some things could come in very useful indeed.<br/><br/>"Let me think about it. I will have you answer before we lift again? Fair?" Isi offered a smile all around. She was of course going to take the offer, but she didn't want to seem too eager "I likely will, but I have to wave a few people first." She took another sip of her tea. The day was turning out to be quite interesting. "Thank you either way."<br/><br/>She gave the assembled group a little bow and headed back down to the galley, finished her tea slowly sat in one of the easy chairs before heading back up to her bunk.<br/><br/>She was undecided about heading out here, though with the strike on the confusion would be a great time to pull stuff. Only she didn't have the time she would like to plan things out, plus, that could jeopardize her position on board if she were to be caught. Not likely worth it. Course a bit of light fingered crowd work? That was just good practice and she could pick a pocket in her sleep. One thing about strikes, they did tend to create crowds.<br/><br/>Isi changed wandered down to the main hatches looking for folks who were looking to head into town.</div>