[center][h3]Teg (Cora)[/h3][/center]
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Readjusting her bespoke coat, Teg cheerfully sauntered towards the cockpit. She hated loading boxes. She didn't mind physical labor, but boxes, boxes were just not very fun. More importantly, leaving the Hub behind meant that they'd be in space, which meant that she was off the clock, at least unofficially. Unless something [b]interesting[/b] happened. Like pirates, she loved pirates. They were so much fun to shoot at.

There was little for the gunslinger to do during takeoff, but she wasn't going to miss a front seat view. Since as far back as she could remember, Teg had been fascinated by space and space ships. It had simply been a strange twist of fate that she'd earn her way across the galaxy by making holes of various sizes in various sized humans and aliens.

Making her way through the tight corridors of the ship, Teg considered the tense interaction between Socket and Andrea with a rueful grin. She knew there was beef between the two crew-members. As far as she could tell it was mostly based on mutual obsession with their rust bucket of a ship, but she hadn't ruled out some strange sort of romantic triangle between the two humans and the ship. Mechanics and pilots were a strange lot after all. And space was cold, so cold, and lonely. A student of the human condition, Teg recalled with some amusement that significant amounts of time spent traveling the interstellar seas could have unexpected effects on the human psyche and her own experience told her that people did very, very odd things to pass the time when stuck on a ship.

Finding an empty seat on the bridge with a prime view, that wasn't reserved for Andrea, the Captain or the first mate, Teg gleefully buckled herself in.

She was ready to fly.

She was ready for adventure.