[h2][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4250886]Abigail Harlow[/url][/h2]
    
Abigail was the first to go in, and she immediately grabbed one of the chairs, spun it around and sat on it back-to-front as she peeked over the back at GAHL’s President. She had a laid-back mischievous smirk on her face and kept playing with the leather on her seat, only half-listening to Malkovich’s welcoming speech outlining GAHL policies and congratulating all the new folk on making the cut. As per usual, Abigail seemed distracted or simply bored, and made little to no effort in hiding it around her superiors. Her gaze swept over the newcomers again, lingered a little on Zavid, then snapped back to the sudden hologram of a planet that appeared in the middle of the circular conference table.

For the first time since they landed on the space station, Abigail actually looked attentive and listening. She leant forward in her seat, grinning from ear to ear. She mouthed the word “Aurorias” and drummed her fingers on the back of her chair with excitement. Her eyes flickered from one spot to another and she briefly, eagerly, glanced back at where Brooks was. Before she could make any sort of comment though, a couple of latecomers entered the meeting room; some sort of robot and-...another voice from somewhere. Abigail stared them down critically for a bit before she stared at the helmet-area of the robot and some sort of realisation dawned upon her face. She stifled a bemused giggle through the back of her glove and immediately stood up and walked off into the next room.

Abigail wandered back in with a few small machines in her hand, wired up to the holopad on her forearm. The hologram projecting from her wrist was the aforementioned map of the sector. She didn’t look up from the map as she called out “Yeah, I got a couple questions -” her ankle hooked around the spinning chair as she collapsed into it, twirling about to sit at the table like a normal human being. “First off, is this the absolute limit of the sector or am I allowed to wander a little further? After all, I do like to explore...” she jabbed a finger at the edges of the map, looking up at Malkovich with a smile. “On top of that, you said we’ll only go hunting next mission - how long you keeping us down there for? Are we just using the Sirius as a base of operations?” Abigail rubbed her nose and looked back at the map again thoughtfully. “How much detail does the government want anyway? Just animals? Plants and weather conditions? Can I just send all the data from my suit to the Sirius and let you deal with it or-...”

Abigail cut herself off. Her voice took on a much more sullen tone as she looked up from the map and right at Malkovich. “Are we gonna have to write reports and paperwork and keep a log and stuff, sir?” she lamented, pouting. Under her breath she muttered something about “fuckin’ hating this sciency shit” before pushing a button on her holopad and dismissing the map. She glanced back at Brooks again, pursing her lips as her gaze flickered to Zavid and Brek for a brief moment again and then back at Malkovich, waiting for his answer.