[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Bridge[/center][hr]
As big of a dampener as the newly added "nonlethal" clause was, if this excursion did nothing else, it allowed her to get some smidgen of excitement and she could get some fresh air outside of the ship. She could manage much longer stretches in situations far worse than the admittedly nice interior of the Retribution, but her ability to handle poor situations did not impact a desire for occasional change in scenery. Whitefall was not anywhere close to the top of her sightseeing list, but it would suffice for the next few minutes.

[color=17A589]"How noble of you to offer the lead, good sir."[/color] Carla brushed an errant strand of hair from her face.  She made one last check that all her equipment was where she left it before beginning a brisk walk towards the airlock. [color=17A589]"I do find myself in agreement with you; I find myself poorly outfitted for the task of capture, given my current set of equipment. However the task of creative improvisation is one of the most satisfying mental challenges in our line of work."[/color]