At least the sunset was pretty. And to think she took the Stavanger job because she wanted a calm job where she could sleep in her own bed every night. But Fate decided to be a sore bitch and leave her to wonder about how Cortés' crew must've reacted when he burned their ships after landing in America. For her part, Vigdis could say she would have shot Cortés as soon as she saw him with a box of matches and sailed back to Spain at the earliest opportunity. She was torn from her musings by a call from Chief Zhao.
"Vigdis, they want you in the shuttle bay."
"Why? The gate can wait, if at all repairable." She replied, picking herself up.
"It's not the gate. To be honest the guy isn't making much sense."
"If something's wrong, open a maintenance ticket, that's what the system is for. All this manual reporting is just making a mess of things." She complained as she crossed the hull. Better not be some intern complaining that she didn’t do something exactly according to textbooks. Peering down over the edge of the hangar roof, she was about to give a piece of her mind to whoever was in there when the sight left her stunned.

First it was birdfolk, centaurs, an ent… and now a dragonborn. That [i]would[/i] explain why she was summoned directly by radio. She had to wonder if some K-A fiction featured something that looked like them.

"Ibarra? What's all this? Tell them to come back during office hours." She joked, leaning over the edge to see the Cuban engineer. “I'll be right there.” Returning inside the ship Vigdis stopped by the storage room along the way to grab a handheld flashlight before joining the hangar party. It was one of the old but immortal models with a tubular body that contained a coil and a permanent magnet to charge it by shaking. The lizardman - a translator of sorts, she assumed - was massive up close. If that was a scholar, what the hell did their soldiers look like?
“Hello.” She waved to the ‘known faces’ before introducing herself to Gar’Tan in the same way they’d done so during the first meeting before demonstrating the flashlight’s function and handing it to him, as he was the only one who hadn’t gotten a welcoming gift yet.

And speaking of centaurs, someone was missing. "Silbermine?" She asked, looking at Nellara. Even if the two groups of locals didn't like each other and even if Silbermine had hostile intent, cutting him out of communicating would only make things more difficult and piss him off.