<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>Voting on the Newhall Run<br/><hr/>Annabell is settled upon one of the tables, feet swinging freely and her overalls already ruffled. Her green eyes dip down to peer at the spread out options before darting to the rest of the crew, the votes for interesting drawing a frown from her. Her hands come up, fingers twisting together in sign. [Trouble. Security bad] Letting her gaze roam the others to take in their opinions she found herself briefly distracted, the sheer exposure the crew had from the captain and her practically not there jumpsuit to the redhead and her small cut outfits.<br/><br/>Shaking her head she stands up on the table and makes her way over to the screen to tap the Newhall Run option. Nodding she brings up her hands. [Easy Money.] With a nod she bounces back to her spot on the table and flops down, a hand rubbing at her cheek and smearing a streak of oil even further. Turning to look at Tandy she lifts a hand, palm face down and fingers spread before she rocks it side to side. Her hand twists thumb and two fingers rubbing together before she points up. Shaking her head she brings her thumb up across her throat. [Big Risk]