Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-30715799-20180710223552

Rosalind walked into the lander, helmet tucked under her arm, hair drenched. It was refreshing and much needed to put her mind in order for what was to come. Wringing her hair out, she put it back up before taking up position at the doorway again, waitingfor the rest to board. Her eyes scanned around as her hand rested on the hilt of her bolt pistol, purely a thing of habit. There would be no threats here. However, she wasn't about to start breaking the habit now.