<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Doctor<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line cargo ramp.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Braxton, Sophie, Cookie, anyone.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/><br/>Mya was thankful that Cookie's need to jump into the fray and let the bullets start flying finally distracted Braxton from the new girl, she noticed the quick dissolution of the sexual tension as Braxton turned back to his two most important issues in the world, his ship and his pay.  It was nice to know that she'd figured the man out pretty well, it allowed her the insight she needed to get what she wanted from him.<br/><br/><em>"If'n yew're tha medic Ah ken help ya with bandages an sech.  Ah jest gotta give these guns ta mah Uncle Sue."</em>  The image of her bouncing on Sue's knee as a small girl just didn't seem to sit well with Mya, something about that family connection wasn't right.  She noticed she was staring at the girl, stuck in her own thoughts when she finally shook herself free and responded.  "Thank you.......Sophie?  Hopefully there won't be any shooting as the Captain said, but I'm sure I could use your help.   She looked back into the belly of the ship quickly then turned back.  "Why don't you and I move back into the cargo hold and set up a triage area just in case."  She looked at the arm full of guns the young girl was carrying.  "You can bring those too, when your uncle arrives he can get them there."  The word uncle caused her to laugh to herself inside, a smile twisting the edges of her lips as she turned back to the cargo hold to find a clear area to set up a triage.</div>