>> > 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?"
>
>Lysia has dug a sight mount out of her coveralls pocket and is loosening it
>off with an allan wrench.
>
>"Mmm...  Tough crowd, letter to post, sedated...  No,"  She shrugs wiping
>the mount channels on a fold in her coveralls, "I think I pretty much
>covered it all."

Shawn grinned.

"You know how self centered we all are."

Shawn got a beersii and whatever drink Ilane wanted befo sitting down.

Shawn