<strong>Name;</strong>Isi Smith<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line, Galley, currently heading to Shadow.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Mr. Rich Dawson, Elfi anyone else in the Galley.  Open.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/fireflyisi.jpg) <br/><br/><br/>The sudden hot soup was unexpected caused a very slight indraw of breath and Isi's teeth to grind for a moment, she didn't want the poor girl to wind up in trouble on her account though.<br/><br/>Isi was not fond of the whole slavery thing. Indenture? Well, that was a choice, she wasn't fond of it as she knew there were other options but people chose to be there. Had no one to blame but themselves. Slavery? There wasn't any possible reason for it.<br/><br/>She sat back and glanced up at Elfi, winked and then glanced up as she was addressed by Dawson who seemed keen on covering for the girl as well.<br/><br/>"I'm fine. Just being clumsy. I have to learn sometime that the soup goes in my mouth and not down my front." She offered a warm and friendly smile in thanks as she took the offered napkin and dabbing at herself with it. It seemed like the captain's attention was elsewhere, somewhere between the doctors legs, that the three of them would get away with the act. Of course Isi herself was used to this sort of thing, deception came very easily to her, though it was usually at someone else's expense, this was right and proper.<br/><br/>The spot the soup had hit felt a little hot and tender and she would likely have a mark there for a few days, despite the thick cotton work shirt she was wearing, but that was really not a problem. She had, had worse.<br/><br/>She gave Dawson another grateful smile, "So what is it that you do on the ship please sir?"<br/><br/>The mention of her having free run of the ship, within reason, was good to hear. Isi gave the captain a grin of thanks for that before going back to her soup.</div>