[color=8882be][h3]Lauren Negasi[/h3][/color]

[color=8882be]"Morning, sweethearts. Morning, Cap."[/color] 

Lauren bounced down into a sitting position on her bed and tucked her bangs between her right ear and the temple of her sunglasses. She bounced again and landed on her feet, boots clicking against the floor softly, toes tapping together excitedly. Her usual irrepressible grin was on her face, and though her emerald eyes were covered by her Armory project, her brows were raised high in anticipation. She clicked her boots together one more time and then plucked her axe from the top drawer of her dresser, along with the remaining half of her candy bar.

[color=8882be]"Negasi, up and at 'em,"[/color] she chirped, already beginning her slow slide towards the door to the dorm.

It was clear that, unless stopped, her own friction would carry her all the way to Mission Control without even lifting another foot. She stopped at the doorknob and turned to the team. Behind the lenses of her BaSTEELs were wide puppy eyes, as if asking the team silently if she could be the one that threw open the door.