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"Here I thuught I'd seen er'rythin'. So yer a fengus? Anyway, I'm Taleste. I'm not shure yet whut my role on this ship's gunna be but I'm a thief by profession," Taleste answered as they walked. When she was sat down, she breathed a loud, masculine sigh of relief, and started wiggling her hurt leg as she looked over at the console.

After a few seconds, her curiosity got the better of her, and she stood up for a better look, over Tibulus' shoulder. After a few seconds, she sat back down. "Nope. That made no sense to me whutsoever," she remarked, put out. Why had she been told to come here? Or did the captain just want her out of the way? She took a little offence at that, despite knowing that she was no a skilled pilot, or technician, and she was terrible with computers, and not very physically strong. Plus a thief isn't exactly the easiest new crew member to trust. Taleste had learned that lesson many times from many different crews. They all became family after a while, though.