[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
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[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bridge -> Conference Room[/center][hr]

Carla was a fixture standing by the Captain nibbling on the tart fruit. Lithe fingers impaled the berries and lifted them up to her mouth. She chewed as the pilot and Captain exchanged pleasantries. The message came through notifying the crew of delays and Carla found a particularly plump berry. By the time the doctor made it to the bridge the box had been cleaned out.

The woman in the black suit licked at stained teeth with her mouth shut while the crew around her completed their important tasks. She turned on her heel and gave Quinn a glance. [b][color=17A589]"I'll be in the conference room. When you get the chance."[/color][/b] She left the bridge empty box in hand. [i][color=17A589]Greg needs a target.[/color][/i] She could feel his impatience radiating off him on the bridge with each notification of a new delay. Almost like the 'Verse didn't want them back in the black.

Carla made her way through the passageways and the crew hurried out of her way. She would have to look into the latest scuttlebutt about her once they were in deep space. The doors hissed shut behind her as she sauntered into the room and took her seat next to the Captain's.

[i][color=17A589]Whitefall.[/color][/i]

Carla closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let her body shudder for a moment. [b][color=17A589]"Shāntiḥ."[/color][/b] She opened her eyes and lifted her hand up over her face. The shadow of it stretched over her features. Her fingertips were stained ruby red. She brought her hand down, licked each finger methodically, and brought her hand up into the light. [i][color=17A589]Clean.[/color][/i]