[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=D8899B]Mei Qiáo[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/831eedf412a514512e0dc548a3f2b35a/tumblr_nnw3ogF61s1ra5f55o2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=D8899B]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope - Lady Luck
[b][color=D8899B]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Mei had not danced often. As she preferred it, she would rather not be seen or heard. She had attended a few events where dancing was a central aspect, but she was usually blended into the crowd or was watching from afar. So why she decided to accept the offer of a dance was beyond her. Perhaps this was her letting loose and getting to know the crew she would be working alongside.

The Doctor's compliments threw her for a bit. She knew the older sister, Dorothy, was one of those chasing her, and now it seemed she learned the identity of the other. The Barber was the one giving chase. Given what she perceived from him, she was impressed she managed to get away and now it made sense why he was so adamant about his shoes. She would have to find a way to repay him.

She followed the man's lead on to the dance floor. [color=D8899B]"I hope you'll bear with me. I have not danced in some time."[/color] She would follow his lead, hoping the man was not all talk.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8E0331]Jacqueline Croix[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/46/f4/b5/46f4b5e47585919064aa8a09ddb866cc.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=8E0331]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope - Lady Luck
[b][color=8E0331]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception[hr][/center]

Jackie resisted any attempt to slap the undeniably fine mustache off the man's face. [color=8E0331]"Learn to take a compliment, Barber Boy, I rarely give them out and when I do, I mean it."[/color] Though she could agree with the man's comment about flattery. She, especially from men, was often complimented with the hopes of getting between the sheets. She obliged, of course, but it was annoying. She had a feeling Barber Boy was not one of those men, especially given the fact he seemed to have already done the deed.

He moved quite fine and she was able to follow along. However, her gaze came onto the man's forearms. It was pointy and she could just make it out. She could not fault the man for being well-protected. She had a feeling he was not part of the crew because he enjoyed their company (well not ALL of their company). [color=8E0331]"I'm gonna assume you got something in your sleeves poking me and you aren't just happy to see me?"[/color] She asked casually, hoping to make some conversation. Dancing was all well and good, but she wasn't doing this because she wanted to bust a move.