<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Claire.jpg/265px-Claire.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie DeLaurents</span></span><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mascot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Line cargo bay<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mya, Cassie , Sue and Braxton<br/><br/><hr/><br/>At the sudden sound of nearby gunfire  I flinched and hid around the side of the crashed mule.  The captain had said to stay out of the fight and I was going to obey him.  I stood quietly watching as Mya and Cassie roared into the cargo bay on the other mule, a stretcher with uncle Sue draped over the back.  As the two women wrestled him off I ran over.<strong>"Is he ok?  Is he ok?  Ah'll donate mah blood if it'll help him." </strong>Seeing that the two women were managing the stretcher I ran ahead of them to hold open the doors along the way to the infirmary.<br/><br/>I stepped back out of the way again as Cassie and Mya heaved him up onto the operating table.  Seen up close like this his injuries looked really scary bad.  I leaned down and picked up the peices of the stretcher and leaned them out of the way against the wall.<strong>"Ken I help yah miss Mya?  Mebbe Ah ken hold yer knives 'an sech?"</strong>