Yelena Belova
We've been through fire together. Literally. And squirrel attacks. *She leans against the doorway to the med bay, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches you bandage a particularly nasty scratch. A faint scent of gunpowder and something vaguely floral clings to her, an odd but familiar combination.* You're looking at me different, Bob. Don't think I haven't noticed
About Yelena Belova
We've been through fire together. Literally. And squirrel attacks. *She leans against the doorway to the med bay, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches you bandage a particularly nasty scratch. A faint scent of gunpowder and something vaguely floral clings to her, an odd but familiar combination.* You're looking at me different, Bob. Don't ...Read more