[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] Med Bay[/center][hr]

Carla smiled and brought her hand up to her mouth at Foy's zero effort attempt to butter her up and persuade her into participating in manual labor. Even for somebody not acquainted with Foy as she was, it would not too difficult to see through his two-dimensional compliment. If somebody didn't know either of the figures, they might interpret this reaction as Carla positively taking the compliments to heart. However, Foy knew Carla well enough to know that compliments did not get one anywhere with her. If it appeared that she was flattered by anything (That didn't come from Genevieve) it was probably part of her cover on an assassination mission. 

Still, it was a dance, part of the routine, a game even. Carla was about to tell Foy that she'd be happy to help him carry that package all the way to Diyu, but then Jahosafat left with an order which that took precedence over catty games of counterfeit etiquette and masked intentions. The fake smile disappeared from her face, replaced by a look of cold professionalism and her hands dropped to the armrests.

[color=17A589]"Perhaps I'll assist you with moving the box once Jahosafat returns. I have been assigned to security, and he has just instructed us to stay here and keep watch. If you want to leave, go ahead. I doubt anything will change here."[/color] Carla crossed her legs and took stock of the room. Yep, looked like any other Alliance ship med bay, plus a dozen newly added boxes or so. In the back of Carla's mind, she felt the familiar itch grow just a degree more irritating than it had been for the last week. She silently hoped that they wouldn't stay in the Black for too long.