The voice belongs to a woman seated at a table not too far off Booker's left. She's petite, blonde hair and sweet features, ice blue eyes as sharp as diamonds and a smile to match, but don't let her stature fool you. She dresses like a cowboy, guns on her hips and booted feet propped on the chair opposite her, and whenever Booker turns she'll tip her hat and smile.
"You need to get you some clothes, mister. It gets cold in space."
She should, perhaps, look a touch more scandalized than she does, but she's seen worse things.
ooc: omg Booker! Hi! ^__^
The voice belongs to a woman seated at a table not too far off Booker's left. She's petite, blonde hair and sweet features, ice blue eyes as sharp as diamonds and a smile to match, but don't let her stature fool you. She dresses like a cowboy, guns on her hips and booted feet propped on the chair opposite her, and whenever Booker turns she'll tip her hat and smile.
"You need to get you some clothes, mister. It gets cold in space."
She should, perhaps, look a touch more scandalized than she does, but she's seen worse things.