"Come on, guys. Secure that. Lazy."
The two men look to the source of the feminine voice, as the woman before them steps closer. "Come on, Luna. What've you done today? Played catch the tail?"
Ruby gives a [i]You-Did-Not[/i] look to her crew chief, and the grins. "That's a dog's game. I am perfectly feline, Sam." She gives a swish of her tail.
"So, what [i]have[/i] you been doing then, miss meow?" 
"I will gut you if you start [i]again[/i], Michael."
"Playing with yarn?"
"I wonder what Human liver tastes like."
Ruby looks to the men in front of her with a face that could have made bullets grow arms and legs only to kneel in front of her and beg for mercy, if mercy was a quick incineration, then so be it, for them. The look quickly dies as the three of them start to laugh together. "Jesus, Ruby, you looked ready to tear his head off." Sam says through his laughter. Michael's only reply is more laughter. 

Once the laughter had subsided, Ruby left the two to sort out some more crates full of cargo as she went to go and fetch a box of missiles for [i]Fab-Cab[/i]. As the ship entered ITS, she barely noticed, as she had been through so many jumps that it just wasn't that bad anymore. Her stomach felt a little funny, however that was about it for her. Using her datapad, she found a crate of munitions, and decided she would take it to her dropship. [i]Who cares what it is? The only thing that matters is if I get to shoot it at someone or not. As she moved the crate (with the help of someone else) onto a trolley, she noted that there appeared to be a VIP shuttle landed in the hangar. From the top of her head, she could not think of any VIPs that could be coming onto the ship. She shrugged as she passed it. It could just be something she had forgotten about or an unscheduled flight. Ruby stopped and watched as the craft took off only to move to an actual landing zone instead of a cargo area. She heard the whines of protest as the craft's engines and body struggled to keep together. Maneuvering during ITS was definitely not a good idea, which was why the craft had to be moved on the ground by the use of platforms. Ruby moved on, pushing her trolley to her dropship. She let go of it, and stretched out. The boys had gone to do god-knows-what. She sighs and sits on the ramp of Fab-Cab, kicking her feet up and scrolling through things on her datapad.