> Lysia looks about the room as she slings the weapon over her shoulder. > > "Whoah, tough crowd." > > She smiles a little as she adjusts the red kercheif holding her hair back, then unzips the grubby > blue coverall's she's wearing. A small label sewn in above the right chest pocket proudly > proclaims, 'Mitch'. > > "So do we have a lift off schedule? I've got a letter I need to stick in the post but I don't > want to do it until just before we go." She shrugs, "I hate confrontation." > > "Plus, the more time I have before we leave the more time I have to get myself properly sedated > before this flying coffin leaves the ground." She shudders a bit and taps the bulkhead. Shawn looked back from the fridge. "What? Did I miss something?" Shawn
