Gansu was only partially paying attention to Ingram wrapping up the meeting. He had already grabbed the best free alcohol he could find, and now was not-too-subtly edging towards the door, idly spinning one of his charms around and off of his fingers. He snickered at Eva's appearance. Despite how annoying it could be when it happened to him, it was endlessly amusing to see someone else ambushed by the VI. When Ingram [i]finally[/i] gave the dismissal, Gansu gave a hurried salute and was out the door in a heartbeat. He had places to be and things to do, and there wasn't anything useful being stated by Ingram currently. Just the usual 'play nice Sarvonians' and 'hey new person this is how you do things!' Necessary, yes, but not necessary for him.

He made his way towards the canteen, power walking through the halls of the [i]Roanoke[/i]. He stopped only once as a member of the crew stopped him. The woman stepped in front of him and waved, knowing that he would ignore her if given half the chance. Not that it was difficult to do so, given the cramped halls. "Eyes! I need to ask you a favor!" Reluctantly, Gansu came to a stop in front of her and smiled despite his impatience. "Sarah! Why do I get the feeling you need yet [i]another[/i] charm? Haven't I given you over a hundred now? You know you're supposed to keep these things, right?" He crossed his arms and looked at her with an eyebrow raised. She shrugged, dismissing his remarks with a wave of her hand. "I give them to the engineers who go walking around outside, or repair dangerous parts of the ship. Gives them a little extra protection and a little comfort you know? And not all of us get to be enclosed in a giant metal robot when we go into dangerous situations. But now I've run out again, and I don't want to send any new recruits we get out without the minimum of protection."

Gansu laughed, already digging through his pockets for the smaller charms. These would have to be more generalized, since he didn't know any of the pilots who were getting them, and it'd be bad luck if he gave a good luck charm designed for one personality to the completely opposite personality. "I think this is more so your precious ship stops having so many holes blown in it, and less because you want the engineers to feel safe." He teased, pulling out a dozen small charms from his pockets and handing them over. Sarah shrugged her shoulders again, smiling as she took them. "That might be a small perk, yes. Thank you again Eyes! I'll see you around!" Gansu waved a hand in good bye and was back on his mission. 

He was stopped a few more times on his way to and from the canteen. Settling bets (he should have one that! How in the world did he miss that shot?), handing out charms, or simple conversation. He tried not to show his impatience, as they weren't technically doing anything wrong. He just really needed to get this done before leave could begin properly. Finally escaping with a small bottle of soup and the whiskey still safely tucked under his arm he headed towards his quarters. Normally, he'd head to a place that could vent out straight into space, but he had been informed several times by irate officers and engineers that he couldn't vent food out into space no matter how much it pleased the ghosts out there. So he had to make due. They couldn't very well stop him from doing things in his own quarters, could they? Well. Not if he was careful at any rate.

He sat down on his bed and pulled out the burner he stashed under there. He placed it right under a vent in his ceiling and sat down next to it, pouring the soup on the plate and heating it up so it began to evaporate. "Hello again, fellow pilots who never made it from space. I apologize for the fact that its only been soup the past few times, the officers don't want me venting food into space. When I'm on shore leave I'll be sure to burn some good stuff for you. That means you too, Coalition guys! I know I may have killed some of you, and helped kill a lot of you, but that was just business yeah? We all understand business." The soup had all evaporated, and he poured some of the whiskey onto the burner plate next.  

"I hope these little gifts keep you guys in a good mood out there in cold space, and that you remember that Gansu Mathen, Eyes, remembered you and kept giving you tastes of life. I hope you also remember that Gansu Mathen likes his squad, and that they are good people. So when you're able to help, please do so. Otherwise, you'll stop getting little gifts and that would suck, right? Plus we'd all be out there together, and it'd be a little awkward no?" As the whiskey began to evaporate fully, Gansu turned off his burner and stretched. "I'll send better gifts once I'm on shore leave. Promise."  Once the burner had cooled down enough not to set fire to his bed, Gansu carefully slid it back under and pulled a cigarette out. He cursed softly seeing that he only had one left. "Time to go visit Ferry then. Bastard better have some Black Magics this time around." With a lit cigarette and a salute to the vent, Gansu turned around and headed towards the hangar. He took the whiskey with him.