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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 2978789" data-attributes="member: 4936">From the minimally comfortably bucket seat where she waited, Mel watches the newcomers with a practiced eye. People checking the boards could just be passengers looking for their berth...or they could be competition. Of course, lots of people might want work on a ship who weren't pilots, so sometimes the competition was friendly.It hadn't happened yet, but she reckoned other times it was less so.His eyes, watch his eyes. She marked him looking maybe midway down the board. With a quick movement she was up out of her seat and heading for the board, hoping to get a feel for what he was looking at...maybe pass close enough to cull out a bit of whatever he was talking about.Unobtrusively, she listened close as she passed, and then stood at the board right where he'd been, trying to see where his eyes had been looking.(Here's Melara's description: [sblock]With short dark hair that's usually a bit messy, defiant blue eyes and a wry half-grin, Mel has a definite tomboyish charm. The fact that she's actually quite pretty is easy to miss on first glance, since her wardrobe is sized a bit large for her; including the weathered real leather jacket she's rarely without, and so her slim, athletic figure is hard to make out. Even so, her face has a youthful, appealing look that bangs hanging into her eyes and a smudge of grease can only do so much to conceal.[/sblock])</blockquote>