[i]Ezri was never on time. Her family often joked with her that she was late for her own birthing. Constantly in trouble for her own tardiness, she did try, but something always happened. She misplaced a vital piece of her med kit or there was an explosion or ....[/i]

"Heeeeeellllo!", she waved to everyone as she dashed and darted around trying to make her way onto the drop ship as fast as humanly possible, hulking around a large duffel bag full of medical equipment, an M16 hooked around her back, and her favorite Beretta, fashioned with red flames, strapped to her right thigh. A hand clamped onto the medic hat she wore, to ensure it wouldn't fly away as she desperately ran to catch the ship before it disembarked. 

She greeted everyone with a disarming, bright smile as she looked around for an empty seat. There was a pleasant demeanor about this girl, despite her punkish black eye liner, and the light shade of pink that glossed over her lips. Tossing the bag on the floor by nearest empty spot, she finally strapped herself in next to Anya. Ezri waited a moment, looking for break in the argument between siblings so she can introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Ezri", she sort of blurted out, not knowing when there would actually be a break.