Sara Ryder. Sara Ryder. It's a nice name, rolls off the tongue. Sara Ryder. She turns to look at me almost as if she knows my thoughts are of her. I stick my tongue out at her. She smiles. I melt. Wait a minute, what is happening here? I'm Pelessaria B'Sayle, I don't do romance, I don't do friends or family. I don't do strings. I wouldn't mind doing the Pathfinder though. Oh, Goddess, did I really just think that? What is wrong with me? I notice Sara is still looking at me and I do my best to ignore her. She grins, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous light. Oh, Goddess, I think she knows. I'm starting to have real feelings for her, and she knows it. No, I don't do feelings, my father is an Elcor, I'm just going to channel my Elcor side, no emotions. No emotions, no strings, no way I'm going to fall for the Pathfinder. All right, Peebee, you can do this, just focus on anything but Sara Ryder. Sara Ryder. Sara Ryder. Damn it. Come on, she's not that great. Sure she's funny with just the right amount of sarcastic. She's loyal, honest, kind. She's tough when she needs to be but so sweet when she wants to be. She's smart, she can do anything she puts her mind to and she's so damn sexy. Ok, so those are just a few pros, now let's list the cons. She won't let me drive the nomad. Well to be fair that's not really a fault, that's just survival instinct. Come on, there has to be something to turn me off of her. Nope, nothing. I look at her. She must feel me staring because she stops what she is doing and smiles at me, that beautiful smile that melts my heart every time. Ok, little miss perfect, you win, I want strings.