The young freckled red-head shivered in the cold, wrapping her brick red hoodie around her as if it could somehow battle against the frosty air. Nose and cheeks red, she tried to get her mind off of the cold. She wasn't very tall or built to begin with, so when she scrunched up as tightly as possible, this made her seem even smaller. She sniffed back the relentless mucus flow that always seemed prevalent in cold air. Then promptly rubbed her arms trying to keep the skin from complaining so much.

[color=aa00ff]"I'm guessing that you're all part of the team, right? I saw you doing something at one of the stations,"[/color] she addressed Tank. It was true, she was puttering around somewhere in back where there were a few cabinets... and she was at it for hours, but far enough away and supervised closely enough that not so much as a greeting was shared. For the most part the others had experienced the same. One or two faces stood out (usually the more predominant ones) as someone who had been there before but who had no contact with them.[color=aa00ff]"I bet you all are like super experts at what you do, but I have no clue. Thus far I've replaced a bunch of things with other things. I mean I now know where every JJ8 is, where it goes, and what it looks like, but I couldn't tell you what it does. Am I the only person here that's clueless about this? I honestly don't even know what sort of ship this is. I figure that maybe it's like a drone submarine or blimp or something like that, but I'm kind of hoping it's a space ship."[/color]

Upon saying this she nodded to herself.

[color=aa00ff]"Maybe it's a drone space ship."[/color] She thought a moment and then introduced herself.
[color=aa00ff]"My name's Arrow, by the way,"[/color] either she was the daughter of a hippie as was the fate of many a "Rainbow" or "Waterfall" or it was a street name. Or maybe she was just making it up.