[center][h1]Tommy Pearson[/h1][/center]

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 Tommy had been staring up at the ship for a few minutes without even realizing it. He had been running down a checklist in his head based on the appearance of the ship and what it might be used for. True, when he looked closer she wasn't exactly in pristine condition anymore, but he didn't see any obvious marks of trouble either. One of the ship's crew must have noticed, and Tommy had been about to turn around and leave in embarrassment for staring when the man waved him over. Thinking there would be no trouble from having a conversation with the man, he approached but kept a respectful distance between himself and the other man. 

"Sumthin' like that," he said in response to Yuri's question, turning his eyes back to the China Doll, "Firefly model, Series... 3? Unless I'm losin the good part of mah brain."

"This might actually be the first ship I've seen today that don't look like it'll lose half it's passengers out the side breaking for the black," he said, continuing to stare at the ship, "pilot could use a stick on the back of their knuckles though. No offense intended, but jus' cause she's built like a brick don't mean you can handle her like a brick without the wear and tear on those engines."

He seemed to realize that he was talking to a stranger, quickly turned back towards the man and lifted his hat in a measure of respect. "I'm sorry, here I am spoutin the negative when I haven't even told you mah name. Tommy. Tommy Pearson," he said, holding out his hand, "bit of an amateur ship enthusiast and a reasonably talented pilot. Just ask me how talented, I'll tell ya."

Tommy was grinning at the last remark, attempting to show some good humor to the stranger.