[Lizzie's set herself up in Trip's room, which is a little bit of an organized mess - Trip doesn't actually live in here so much as just work/do little projects/that sort of thing so his mess isn't in T'Pol's room - but has been cleaned up a little. She's also borrowing some of T'Pol's clothes because lol no one wants to touch Trip's closet, and doesn't look all that bothered to be here.

She's got the same kind of Southern drawl as her brother, and smiles at the camera like this is totally normal, because really video messages are pretty much super common where she's from and thus no awkward camera juggling will be going on here.]

I'm Elizabeth Tucker, but most people call me Lizzie. I'm an architect from Florida and back home, it's 2152. I know Trip's in charge of the engine room here, but I'm pretty much useless when it comes to machines and all that, so if anyone's got questions... might wanna ask one of the staff members who's actually here most days before you come find me.

So, it's Trip's birthday today. Kinda too bad he's not actually around for it, but you all should still treat him nice when he gets back, alright? He likes chocolate cake and horror movies. Or movies in general, really, ever since he was a kid. There was a movie theater near our house growin' up we'd go to a lot, and I used to scream like a banshee when he wouldn't take me with him.

Anyway, it's been real nice getting to meet all of you. This is one heck of a ship.

[ooc: Will be tagging with likeabanshee. Lizzie is from before the whole being horribly murdered by space aliens thing and Trip is going to be a bucket of angst when it's over so. Expect a distraught chief engineer in a while. :V]