[center][color=f9ad81][h3][b][u] T A H L I A    S T Y L E S [/u][/b][/h3][b]Mess Hall - New Anchorage[/b][/color][/center]
[hr]A couple of eager people had left the train before Tahlia, leaving her to wander casually back to her original sleeping area in order to gather her belongings. The faint smell of urine wafted in the air, singing the nostril hairs and forcing her to breathe through her mouth. The sooner she could get off this annoying train the faster she could get into some private quarters, have a decent rest, and thanks to this hovering smell, a decent shower.

[color=f9ad81][b]"Smells like a fucken shit-house..."[/b][/color] she muttered under her breath as she placed one foot on the bench seat of where she was attempting to sleep before. She reached reached up, standing on the hard surface and towards her duffle bag. As she carefully felt around she grabbed the handles and made a graceful lean back, stepping off the bench and dropping back down to the floor below. The bag fell with her allowing her to catch it within her open arms before giving it a good swing and throwing it over one of her shoulders.

Tahlia stepped out of the train, feeling the pressure of the cold air against her body. She pulled her jacket closer together, locking her hands in the pockets. The girl from the outback Australia who was used to sitting in an NC with an internal temperature that 10 degrees hotter than the outside temperature wasn't completely happy with this below zero atmosphere. Each breath she took gave off a mist, causing her lips to feel dry.

She looked towards the other end of the tram noticing the NCs being unloaded from the container carriages, and there was her pride and joy, her little beasty, her bucket of shit that was now the biggest paperweight that was humanly possible. You wanted to prevent a few pages from flying away? Nah, how about a full library! With every armament now damaged in one way or another and a fuel cell that was completely dry, Tahlia knew that she would need a full team of mechanics in order to bring her little monster back online.

Looking forward Tahlia noticed the older lady rush straight over to the man holding a datapad, announcing her name as Agatha Smith and giving him her full attention. Tahlia walked over next to the lady, giving her a bit of a side look and wondering how someone could be that excited about getting into an NC. It was a level of excitement she couldn't understand but unlike Agatha, Tahlia had never spent time out of the NC business and didn't know the meaning of retirement yet.

Tahlia gave a strong inhale, pulling in as much of the air as she could and noting the lack of smell in the air, [color=f9ad81][b]"Glad you're not the one to piss on the train,"[/b][/color] she slowly breathed, twisting her body to look back at the other individuals and sight over for if any of them were acting rather... odd. [color=f9ad81][b]"Tahlia Styles,"[/b][/color] she spoke out, not bothering to face Agatha or Matthew for the moment. The eye-spy game she was engaged in of trying to spot the culprit was just too much fun.