[color=gold]"Mind helping me? I'm not the least bit familiar with the ship and I'm afraid that I'll end up with a broken arm or a leg if I attempt to make a break for my room at the last possible minute."[/color] Amy responded as she turned towards Benny.

The bomber audibly sighed as he released his hold from the table and approached the girl's luggage back. Using Skelly pick it up, he dragged the container towards him as he used his human arm to brace himself once more on the war room table. Amy's luggage was fairly heavy, and though Skelly could carry a great deal of weight, the shoulder joint was still not as secured as Benny would've liked. Regardless, the bag was held firmly by his bionic arm. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Jus' so ya' know, lass, if Ol' Skelly comes off'a me again 'cause of whatever rocks you're carryin' in here, you're helpin' screw him back on."[/color] Benny said as he awaited the ship's takeoff.

He felt that something was off about this woman. She seemed far too nice in comparison to everyone else on board. People like Hadrian, their chef, and Lataniva, the Dalentian, were polite yet clearly wary due to the nature of their team. Benny himself and that Sandra woman were more cheery, but it was mainly because of their natural quirkiness and not a desire to "fit in" with the crew. Amy on the other hand was behaving as if she were assigned to a civilian vessel, speaking as if everything they were doing was normal. [i][color=darkgoldenrod]Maybe I'm just overthinking this... Hell, she could be a serial killer for all I know and the nice and normal act is all a facade, in which case she'd fit in perfectly. Or maybe she's another Alliance bitch that Captain Dawson sent here to keep an eye on us. No wait, she's blind... Ehh, statement still stands, she seems perceptive enough. No use pondering about it now though. Guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there.[/color][/i] He thought silently, putting the suspicion aside for now.