Tillie’s eyes magnified behind her glasses, making her look somehow [i]more[/i] excited than she already was. “[color=f26522]Really? I can? Okay, uhm! [i]Quinn[/i]![/color]” she giggled again, high and staccato in a way that drew passing eyes. 

Her hand remained extended until Quinn drew attention to the equipment she carried. With another jolt, and a sharp, [i][color=f26522]Oh![/color][/i], she fiddled with the plated machine until it finally stopped beeping. A thin screen displayed a green light and no other information. The shavings she’d taken from [i]Ablaze[/i]’s foot were sealed inside an inner chamber with a transparent lid. 

As with all things removed from Saviors, they had begun to break down into the bubbling, black ichor of liquid modium. While normally being so close to it would have been extremely dangerous, Tillie’s nonchalance suggested that the sample must have been safely contained.

“[color=f26522]Wrong?[/color]” she asked, though as she studied the display and the sample it sounded more like she was asking herself as well. “[color=f26522]Mmmmnope! Nope it looks good so far! I was just—well, the section heads noticed you were coming in a lot, thought maybe you found something wrong yourself. They ran a full diagnostic on it, didn’t find anything, but well, you’re a pilot! You spend more time in that thing than anyone so, if [i]you’re[/i] checking it so much, then it must be important! That’s what I told them, anyway.[/color]

“[color=f26522]I sorta study modiology. I mean, sorry, uhm! I [i]do[/i] study modiology. So I sorta-volunteered-sorta-got-assigned to monitor [i]Ablaze[/i]! You can think of me like…your assistant technician![/color]” the idea got another, softer chitter out of her, but it was quickly snuffed. “[color=f26522]O-or! You know, I don’t have to be! I can totally stay out of your way, only draw samples when you’re not around—it’s no problem! Whatever’s better for you, Miss—uhm! Quinn![/color]”

Tillie tried to salute, but she had to hunch low to keep from dropping the equipment again. Her smile turned nervous, expectant. She seemed ready to be yelled at, but something told Quinn that even [i]that[/i] wouldn’t deter the woman.