[center][h3]Heather Di Mint - Patch - Tuesday morning[/h3][/center]

Heather was running down the corridors at a full tilt sprint. Her hair was still wet and she was fastening her armor's straps as she ran. Seeing as she had been... indisposed when Ironwoods announcement came over the speakers Heather had had to put most of her armor on as she was running, and she was still going to be VERY late to the party. She managed to arrive only a few moments after the drowsy Tillian, her armor fastened as she exited the ship. She almost dead stopped when she saw him, but she calmed herself with a few breaths, and was thankful he appeared to be receiving a lecture from Ironwood... which had the added benefit of Ironwood's focus being on him and not Heather... she REALLY hoped he didn't notice she was late. 

Heather quickly walked past the two as they talked, making it to Paris and her team before Ironwood had noticed... she hoped. Incredibly flustered and out of breath, she looked at Paris apologising for her tardiness, [color=82ca9d]"I... am so...*pant* sorry that I... uh... *pant* am late... I was... caught up with... uh things."[/color] her hair was very damp from the shower and she seemed flustered, even more so than usual. Her scarf was pulled up, and she was somewhat dishevelled, her normally neat pigtails a bit haphazardly done. [color=82ca9d]Uh so... um... what are we uh... doing?"[/color]