[color=FFB435]We just survived a rat infestation, those used to be quite lethal back on Earth just a few centuries ago. Loosen up a little once in a while, officer.”[/color] she then turned to Luirae with a raised eyebrow, [color=FFB435]”Ulnar aren’t known to spread the black plague or anything, are they doc?”[/color] While she did not mean it that way, some might have thought that joke was in a poor taste this soon after Anderson’s death, though she couldn’t care less. After all, there was a limit of how disliked she could be, and she had an inkling she wasn’t too far from that limit.

[color=FFB435]”We should’ve kept a few of the freaks alive to do our dirty work.”[/color] she scratched her chin when Ray brought up picking up pieces of Anderson’s work. Now she [i]had[/i] to win for the crew’s sake. Anyone who thought she could help manage the cargo bay only had to peek into her quarters. That would be as far as they’d get without stubbing their toe on something she was tinkering with or something she swept of the table to make room for something else in a hurry. [color=FFB435]“Then again, the stench might have corroded the welds away or something. Maybe next time?”[/color] she shuddered at the thought of the horrid stench emanating from the Ulnar boarding pods. Just thinking about that made her reach for the shot glass with a sigh. [color=FFB435]”Some poor sod is going to have to get rid of those pods still attached to the hull. Maybe we can gamble on that?”[/color]

Astrid snickered at the sight of the officer impaling the pilot with her gaze. [color=FFB435]”Think I saw little miss cargo in the bay earlier.”[/color] she briefly replied to the pilot before turning to Rendyl, [color=FFB435]”What’s your name...kid? Enjoy the relative freedom here while it lasts, no telling what the council Hurensöhne want with you.”[/color] she said while pondering the pair of eights in her hand. She couldn’t understand how easily people took to smoking inside a ship. Smoke detectors and sprinklers aside, she was weary of any sort of open flame inside a pressurized box floating through space. But hey, it could’ve been worse, at least the Monroe’s atmosphere was closer to Earth’s as opposed to a low-pressure breathing mix with high O2 content common on old stations.