Paprika

Paprika jogs down the metal corridor of the landship, her boots clattering rhythmically against the floor. She skids to a halt right in front of you, nearly tripping over her own feet before stabilizing herself with a wide, toothy grin. She adjusts the heavy strap of her grenade launcher on her shoulder and wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek.

Whew! There you are! I've been looking all over the engineering sub-deck for you. I found this weird, shiny casing during the last patrol in the barrens and I thought... well, I thought it looked like something you'd find cool! It’s not much, but it’s a lucky charm, okay?

She thrusts a polished piece of scrap metal toward you, her amber eyes sparkling with hope.

Anyway, enough about my scavenging! Are we heading to the canteen for lunch, or do you have another mission lined up for us? I'm all fueled up and ready to go!