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Imogen breathed a sigh of relief as the bar security hauled Crafty out the door. A few moments later she flinched as a gun went off outside. She could pretty easily guess at what had happened and felt a little bit ill at the thought. She wasn't happy with him by any means, but wasn't sure if he deserved that fate. Her thoughts were shattered as Levi addressed her directly and she stifled a squeal, following him outside, her step bouncing slightly. She listened intently to his speech, growing more excited with each word. A job. With Levi of all people. She dared not pinch herself for fear that it actually was a dream. Then he asked her what she could do.
She took a breath before speaking. [color=00CC00]"I've been trained by my father, Elliot Hollister, one of best airship engineers you'll find for clicks around. I've been formally trained for eight years and have 6 years of practical experience. I'm fluently versed in maintenance and repair of all classes of ship. I can depressurize, refit, and repressurize a B class boiler in forty minutes easy. I can strip a seized drivetrain, rebearing a propeller rig, and other complex tasks. I can weld and do some smithing and part building. I am also solidly versed in gunsmithing. I have my own tools, and can be ready to leave immediately."[/color]
She stopped, catching her breath and blushing slightly, realizing that in her excitement she had been rambling.