Snippet #2050917

Tienette tried to hold back a snicker, but it came out anyways "Well, it's good you've been promoted to something useful" she whispered to Frank, dead serious. The last job he had when they met, could have been done by an alarmclock. She looked over to the captain, but back at the door when it swung open. The man walking in, not one it hurt to look at, gave her a weird look. She returned it, her face hardening as if it really did hurt to look at him. When he did look away, she touched her face to see if she had something there. She didn't... She then ran a hand through her hair. It was hopelessly sticking out in all directions... She rolled her eyes. Really! Messy hair, that was something to see, the guy had a freaking mechanical arm! She undid her hair band and brushed the top of her head with her fingers before putting the rest up into an intentionally messy, high set ponytail. It would be a nightmare to get it out, but it looked more like it was supposed to be like that. She frowned slightly at the woman that walked in. How did she keep up her looks? Hell, even Franks hair was less messy than hers. She shook her head, angry at her self, then looked at the captain. She was not high maintenance, and she didn't care, she strictly told herself. It wasn't that she didn't take care of herself, she did, the ship just didn't have a hairdresser. She had been so caught up in her training and work that she hadn't really given it any though either... She kept internally arguing with her self, looking stiffly in front of her self, waiting for anything else to place her focus on.


((Characters; Tienette, Frank, Jane, Douglass, Capt'n. Sorry, my computer and I are having some arguments today...)