[center][color=darkred]<<< [b]Mar[/b] >>>[/color]
[b][u]Sweet Child of Mine | Tortuga Shipyard | Ship's Halls[/u][/b]
[i]"Something about pinch hitters... Terran idioms still give me troubles."[/i][/center][hr]

Mary's response was... Nothing short of unexpected. It was also incredibly reassuring that things weren't so awkward that they couldn't push past their one-night-stand and still be friends. Mar couldn't help her smile as she chuckled, crossing both pairs of arms across her chest. But she shook her head at the offer of finding one or two Shree males for fun.

"I prefer to keep to one bed partner at a time, if you don't mind. And don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude." she told her, reaching over and patting her shoulder and adding, "Still, I'm glad to hear we're still cool."

The Shree took a moment to stretch and roll her shoulders before she jerked her head for Mary to follow. Then she started to make her way in the direction of the bridge.

"Come on. We've got to get this showboat on course. We have a job to do, and if something from the refit goes on the fritz or blows up, it'll be nice to have another pilot of my caliber up there to help." she teased.

With another chuckle, she strode into the bridge and promptly tugged the current pilot out of his seat before taking his place. But not before giving him a pointed look. One that clearly said that while [i]she[/i] was on the bridge, [i]she[/i] was going to take the helm. As she told them the first time, whenever the best is available, you use the best. Turning away, she faced the instruments and already began her own series of pre-flight checks, her fingers flying across the console before she glanced back at Walker.

"Alright, Captain. So far, everything checks out. Permission to launch?" Mar inquired.