[center][h1]Luck, First Officer[/h1][/center]
Luck emitted a quick double bleep, representing a genuine chuckle as the captain made mention of his cooking endeavors. 

The First Officer peered at the slowly assembling crew as he finished up his delicate cooking process and served the scran up into the simple bowls set over for the crew. He had somehow managed to make what was effectively meat, root vegetables, and whatever was left at the back of the cabinets look appetising. Quite impressive for someone without any kind of tastebuds. He just hoped it tasted as good as it looked.

Luck leered at the data slate, hoping to get a peak. He'd bring it up with the captain later and figure out the accounting needed. For now, he was looking at the faces.

No sign of the massive cargo hauler. He quickly flipped through his variety of cameras, finding the chap loitering in the cargo bay, despicably bare as it was. He appeared to be looking at the diagnostic panel. Luck had no idea what he was doing, as he was made aware that food was being served. Oh well, who was he to question someone being odd?

But something about the huge bloke set Luck's alarm bells ringing. It was hard to control a lone wolf like that. How would he sway him with honeyed words if they never shared any? For now, Luck refocused on the room around him. 

The small crew had assembled slowly as the smells from the mess began to permeate the upper decks. He called out, [/color=Cyan]"Dinner's up, come get a plate!"[/color]

After leaving the bowls hot on the side and ready to be claimed he wandered over to Karma studying her face quickly, the noticeable scars on her face as well as her obvious nervousness. Luck attempted to put her at ease by initiating the conversation with an open posture and a friendly voice. All he was missing was the sickly-sweet voice, but nay, he would make do with the social functions he possessed. He quickly engaged her in conversation before she could slither away, [color=Cyan]"Heya Karma, just wanted to talk to you about repairs needed to the ship, as well as my upcoming maintenance check-up."[/color] He continued with a swooping motion of his hand, [color=Cyan]"The first one because I'm going to be renting a hauler, and if you help me with my chores ground side, I'd be more than willing to help you with what you need to get done. And the second because I'd like to get checked out ASAP after we're done on that god-forsaken planet. The dust does my joints mischief, you know?"[/color]