<div class="floatleft"> ](http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/ebfa601f-dfb0-4557-a153-6bcc6b23c97f_zpsztcnqyvk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liam Kithcannon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Persidia on Mars<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The crew. (specifically Mei-Li)<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Meeting the crew<br/><br/>Liam's eyes widened.   He wasn't sure how he'd missed the medic.  She was stunning, enough so that she would draw stares and in a place like Persidia, she was definitely going to draw trouble.  He swallowed twice, suddenly aware of how shabby his body armour was.  He'd worn it because it was the closest thing he had to a uniform but now he was regretting it.  He could feel his cheeks growing red.<br/><br/>"They had other transport priorities,"  he said.  "Things are the way they always are on Mars.  Equipment failures, supply shortages and atmospheric leaks are pretty much they way things are.  That reminds me, if you hear a claxon alarm, follow the red arrows on the wall.   They'll take you to a safe room until we get the hole plugged."  He spoke with incredible casualness of a such a life threatening event.    That was the way of it on Mars.  Panic would get you killed you faster than any of the real dangers.