Erien looked up at the polite knock at the door and cut off her music with a tap at a control before calling out a clear 'come in'. 
Nyx entered the room, and the Isorlai stood as she entered, waiting for her to take a seat before she did the same, moving to sit opposite her on the other sofa around the small coffee table. 

[quote]"You told me to come, ma'am?" Nyx said, actually trying to be respectful. "I'm assuming its important because of your threat about the ship security."[/quote]

"Actually," she replied with a slightly amused smile, "Given our last conversation, I wasn't entirely convinced you'd turn up if I didn't make it clear you had to," she said, the humour creeping into her voice as well. "Would you like some tea, lieutenant?" she asked, standing up to make a cup to herself, and talking as she prepared the drinks and placing one in front of the pilot-engineer as she returned to her seat. She held the mug in both hands as before, feeling the heat seep through to her palms, Her right felt it more as always. The prosthetic left hand was never quite as good, but she could still feel something. She considered her words before speaking, studying the human opposite. Graysons' words about her came back, and she also wound her mind back to what she'd read in Nyx's file before she continued.

"I think I might not have made the best first impression," she began, with a slight smile. "Boring lectures aren't especially my thing. And while I might be the C.O., I'm not exactly one for sticking to the minutiae of the rules either, believe it or not. I'm certainly no martinet, and from my experience in your position, I know that there's a lot of useless crap that goes out the window when you're in fighting conditions. Hell," she gave a dismissive wave and the Isorlai equivalent of a sneer, "most of the more fiddly crap in the book is there to keep us from going bored when there's nothing to do, and to practice muscle memory, to instill good discipline. Going along with all of it is much easier than making a fuss and getting in trouble," she said, taking a sip from her tea, before looking over at Nyx again and raising an eyebrow. "Although, walking away from me in the middle of a conversation was quite rude on a [i]personal[/i] level, let alone a professional one, Lieutenant," she admonished with a slight chiding tone. The smile on her face remained, however. 
She sat back and gave the pilot-engineer a critical glance as she did so, before speaking up once more. 
"Let's get down to basics," she said after a moment. "I've dealt with Lieutenant Wallon. The way he blew up at you was unprofessional and discourteous. Not to mention dangerous in an environment like a fighter bay. And quite aside from that, if he had a problem he should've come to me first, rather than trying to take things into his own hands". She looked over the rim of her cup at the human, her eyes hardening a little. "Hangar bays really aren't a good place to sleep, Lieutenant Miles," she added with a more stern tone. "Admittedly, perhaps I should've given you a chance to rest [i]before[/i] setting you to work, given the distance you had to travel. Nonetheless, if you feel you are unfit for duty for any reason related to health and fatigue, it's [i]your[/i] responsibility to inform me of that; what if you'd made a mistake while working on someone's fighter that caused a much greater problem later on?" she shook her head. "Not that you need me to tell you that. Chief Grayson told me that your work was exemplary," she added. "Which brings me to another question for you, and what I want to say: You're quite clearly an excellent combat mechanic and engineer, and you could've graduated OCS in a fine position for maintenance. And had to deal with a lot less of the bullshit that pilots have to go through, if rules and regs are the thing that bothers you."
She tilted her head and gave a quizzical look to the female pilot. "I don't really care if you like me or not, Miles," she said evenly, and not unkindly. "I'm actually informed from reliable sources I'm not a complete bitch and that I can be a lot of fun, believe it or not," she added with an amused smile and a sidelong glance, before she continued. "I don't have a problem with you- No, wait, let me rephrase that. I don't [i]want there to be a problem between us,[/i] and I'm pretty sure we'd all have a better time living in each others' pockets and working together if we got on with each other. So, how do I let that happen, while all of us remain within the regs and not have toolboxes kicked at you, or having to have meetings in my office with you. Or any more boring speeches", she added with a smirk. 

***

Meanwhile, in the hangar bay, one of the engineering staff had approached Chief Grayson after seeing the odd sight of Elik setting up a picnic next to his fighter, and beginning to fiddle with bits of machinery alongside it. Perturbed, and clearly recalling the order from Erien for the squadron's pilots to go into crew rest following their mess hall vist, the Cetanui approached the fighter and stepped up alongside the cockpit, leaning on one side of the cockpit with his boots in the toeholds on the side of the fighters' nose.
"Lieutenant," he began, "The hangar bay is a no food area. Too much chance of FOD and too many hazardous chemicals in the area as well. Also, food stays in the mess hall, in quarters, or the bar. Not anywhere else. And seond... didn't Major Bellioch order you into crew rest? Or don't you wanna be flyin' when the order comes out". He looked at the bow and frowned. "An' also, personal weapons aren't permitted outta the armoury unless you're kittin' up for a mission. That's a pretty serious violation, Lieutenant... you better put that bow back, or at least take it up to the armoury if you're gonna mess around with it like that".