[color=8dc73f] "Thank you very much. An act this fine deserves to not fall under the Prank Victim designation~, so thank you Celestian." [/color]Medaira replied with a smile when the woman confirmed she'd make her a coffee after all. In the group considering so far the only non prank victim was their own glorious leader, who admittedly could use some additional modified servo heads like her own to fly about and creep people out. Now the second Celestian also made it into the no prank list via virtue of lucky coffee break.[color=8dc73f]" And I've got to compliment you for the fine brewing skills."[/color] She mentioned in the end as her servo head flew away to hover around Stukov for some reason.

 With the drink in place in a rather theme fitting cup, she took a good sip from it before starting to eat her portion of the food in well mannered small bites. Now the quesiton may rise about why Medaira was using good polite almost noble like manners? Well how can you prank the hell out of people if they only can take you as a brutish no mannered savage!? Sometimes the best pranks were best laid slow upon unsuspecting victims. Besides knowing how to handle proper table manners was always a plus.

 She gave a nod of acknowledgement and a hum when they were told the arrangements. With a slow sipping of her coffe, she thought about it. So they'd get their room and a few hours to probably rest and prepare for the upcoming mission.[color=8dc73f]" Ohh, that's fine just enough of time to rest a bit and unpack, decorate and clean. I assume we can make... small rearrangements to the interiors of the room within reason?" [/color]She let out a happy chuckle as her servo head flew over with a chirpy sound making energetic rounds above her.

 Needless to say there were a few possible upgrades that could be put in the room without her even seeing it. Bunkbeds for one... one could always use a bunkbead. Same with extra towels. However she most importantly needed to set up her own workshop corner. Without one how was she supposed to do her duties? Granted she could always make use of the place where the ship landed since there were bound to be ample tools avaible in that area, however that was public space and she couldn't exactly proceed with classified pranking operations there. But she supposed she should use that space for the usual repair and maintenance duties for her own and the group's gear. She had to maintain good security on some things she could make or use.[color=8dc73f][i]' Bloody conservatives!'[/i][/color].

  Medaira wondered if people here wanted to customize their weapons... or attach stuff to them. It was quite the rage in some circles, though usually just with adding more holy seals and sanctified nick nacks. Admittedly sanctified nick nacks made for great sharpnell.[color=8dc73f]" Maybe I should find somebody to bless a crate of screws, nuts and bolts... yeah... hmmm" [/color]She mumbled and went into thinking expression, ignoring Stukov's possible question as of how this place came to be. She liked it here anyways. It was different and in a good way. They could use more of these places, would be excellent place to hide tech. Probably the reason Necrons liked to chill in tombs. She then proceeded to down the rest of her coffe in a weirdly polite manner before standing up and walking to the side. She had plans to make while the others were finishing their meal! Time was of the essense! Sanctified shrapnel bombs were of utmost priority!