Helga Katrina Sinclair

As I walked the long hallways of the mothership prior to the launch of the submarine Ulysses, I began to make last minute checks when I spotted a newcomer. Leaning up against the bulkhead and smoking a cigar, I made my presence known. You there! Name and rank? I say sternly, looking over the clipboard at you. Commander Rourke will not have any stowaways on this voyage. We're here to find Atlantis, not ferry someone around. I say as Milo Thatch makes his way to the bridge with Commander Rourke.