[h2][color=ed145b][u]Cari Cruz[/u][/color][/h2]
Several people had began to disperse out of the cafeteria, possibly to prepare, but knowing what the crew was like they were probably going to head off to the closest bar near the docks for a drink. Cyrus was going to be serving the officers during their meeting with the captain which meant that the bar wasn't going to be open for a while. It was a shame really as he knew how to mix a mean [url=http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink3339.html]Electric Storm[/url].

Cari was sitting back in her seat finishing off her meal after she noticed the harassers aroud her had decided that it would be best to leave her alone. They weren't pleased but after she made their alpha leader look like a coward they decided that she wasn't worth their time. Looking around the room she noticed a few familiar faces on some of the tables, people who must have arrived in late, and decided it would be best to socialise with the more accommodating members of the crew.

As Cari stood up out of her seat she stepped aside and slid the chair back under the table. She left the tray with it's unfinished scraps of food where she sat, noting a young kitchen-hand that was scurrying around the room collecting the dishes to be cleaned, and began walking towards some of the other crew members. When she closed in on her fellow crew she brushed past the tightly sitting chairs spinning around and resting her hands on the edge of the table before lifting her body up and sitting up on the edge. Her feet rested on the corners of the two chairs that the two crew members to the side of her were sitting on.

[b][color=00aeef]"Smoking first thing in the morning, now you've really sunk low Trav"[/color][/b] [@Inuyasha]

The cigarette smoke around Travis dispersed as Cari moved about and made herself comfortable. She reached into her pocket she pulled out soft-pack, tipping them up and letting one of the death sticks fall into the palm of her hand. Slowly she lifted it towards her mouth and exposed a lighter, which she happily clicked to ignite a flame, and gave a few puffs to keep the tip lit.

[b][color=ed145b]"Travis... This is yours by the way,"[/color][/b] Cari mechanically spoke as she held out the lighter to the man sipping on his coffee, barely making an effort to make eye contact with him. Her speech sounded human, but the tone had a slight [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avN7vICX208]robotic[/url] pitch as if it modulated through an intercom. As to why Cari had Travis' lighter? Well she had to practice her skills occasionally and taking her fellow crew member's personal items right before handing them back was a sure way to hone those traits, not to mention that it was a bit of a bragging right.

As she sat there joining Travis in the smog Cari picked up a bread roll from on the table and began to pick it to pieces. With each piece that she broke off she gave it a flick so that it would land on the table that she was previously occupying. Every time a piece landed the little ferret, by the unusual name of Dorkface, would rush off and chow it down like it was the last meal it would ever have. [@Voltus_Ventus]