Brooke Everett: The Cartographer

	Brooke was focused on the door and keeping her belongings from touching the apparently poisonous ground when the light from a nearby ceiling fixture was blocked. Brooke's wide eyes flicked up to the imposing yet gentle figure of a very big man. He was intimidating to say the least, though she knew he wasn't trying to be. Still, the edge of a cliff or a big metal spike wasn't trying to be intimidating either. But something that could easily squish her fragile form into tiny pieces was just inherently a bit spooky.

	She gulped and smiled wide with a slightly nervous chuckle. "Oh, uh, thank you, Sir." She nodded at him and then rushed inside. Finding a nearby table she set the box down and turned to Captain Thucydides and gave him a salute. It was an amateur salute of someone who had only seen propaganda pictures of soldiers saluting before but it was the best she could do. 

	"I'm, uh, Brooke Everett. Yes...I...I imagine he would," Her salute faltered a bit and she looked wistfully to the nearby wall, her thoughts briefly drifting away a little.