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

Carla leaned back in her chair and exhaled. The air of frustration in the room began to peak between the captain and assassin. They were prisoners of value supposedly for their skill and proven successes. This made the Alliance jerking them around that much more of a treat. [b][color=17A589]"There's nothing artistic about bombing."[/color][/b] She gave Quinn an aside glance to not mention her penchant for fighters or aerial strikes. [i][color=17A589]Efficient and impersonal.[/color][/i] She had a natural affinity for and respect of the craft. It was being on the wrong side of a few aerial raids that left the 'bombing' phrase a little sour in her mouth. [b][color=17A589]"About the strawberries--"[/color][/b] the P.A. announcement ran through the ship.

Carla bit her lip. Time on board the ship was a face on the water muddled by ripples. It dragged and lulled and slipped by the assassin. [b][color=17A589]"You want to try to make it to the bridge before blast off?"[/color][/b] She asked while half-heartedly fiddling with the secure harness attached to her chair. [i][color=17A589]The straps always leave wrinkles.[/color][/i] The crew had lovingly nicknamed her Quinn's shadow. Her exact orders were to follow Quinn's instructions and fulfill the mission. Shadowing and keeping Quinn safe were friendship bonuses. She made a game of it and once told Quinn that he was the Alliance's last honest officer and she was his loyal bodyguard. Their integrity and good work the last beacon in a bleak 'Verse. He rarely smiled but the chuckle that rose out of him was downright unsettling. Carla counts it as the funniest joke she's ever told.