Delaney Raffo had her back against the metal wall of the Imperial Hangar. She looked like the type of girl who was "goth". She never wore anything bright, which meant that she was not the type to mess with.
The young mercenary woman watched, as some of the others were loading the boxes. Delaney had her hands in her trench coat pockets, not saying a word. She just yarned.
"Can't wait till this field trip starts," she thought to herself sarcastically. As she continued to watch the others load the cargo boxes on the ship, Delaney smirked, thinking how the mission would go.