[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
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[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] Harper's Quarters[/center][hr]

Carla gazed at the pilot emerging from his chambers. She silently dropped her eyes to his boots and ran over his uniform. She quirked a brow at the wrench hanging off his belt and paused to take in it's detail. She then continued her inspection. [i][color=17A589]Thin. Caucasian. Vitamin D deficiency? Working man's hands. Is that a padded jacket?[/color][/i] Nothing noteworthy aside from this man's arrival coinciding with most of the crew being re-assigned off the Retribution. [b][color=17A589]"Lieutenant Harper,"[/color][/b] she said as she tasted the words. 

Her brown eyes met his green hues. She let the silence hang in the air a moment longer. [b][color=17A589]"No, he's busy."[/color][/b] She said dismissively to his question. The assassin began contemplating the series of events that led to Harper being assigned here. He was an officer who reported directly to Quinn. No special permissions were on his file. [i][color=17A589]Alliance spook would have been briefed on me. Playing dumb? Lucky Browncoat?[/color][/i] Carla had a brief flash of Whitefall. Sun. Sky. Blood pooling in the dirt. She blinked. [b][color=17A589]"I'm Carla. Carla Lobo. Do you mind helping me figure something out?"[/color][/b] She asked, motioning for him to step out of his quarters and walk alongside her to the crew's lounge.