[quote=@Pragia12]
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The redhead gives a quick hum in interest, letting the firewater flow through her. "Plenty of people not wanting to die, I'm sure if they're needing extra hands, they have them. Might need to barge into the office and get my ticket out of here." She says with an earnestness. She regards the man who joins them curiously, the accusation of a pilot being plenty to get her attention on John. "Well, worst comes to worst we can try mobbing the ship, right?" she offers idly.
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"From what I understand, there's plenty of room on the ship, they just don't have a crew," another idle shrug from Velia.  Though the suggestion worried her.  It was probably only a matter of time before someone decided to take the ship off her and, potentially, leave her to starve on the station.

[quote=@Terrans]
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“I can pilot anything….” A pause to take a swig. A slight bit of swagger coming through. “… Just give me the manual and some time and I can get anything moving.” 

He went to take another swig before he realized the amount he had put down. The empty splashes sloshing very noticeably. 
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Velia rested her hand lightly on the pilot's arm, giving off the impression of flirtation while secretly fantasising about dropping a 1,000 page manual on the man's lap (there was a physical copy, just in case the electronics broke).  Which would be a bit of a buzz kill but if there was a chance to get out of here alive, other recreational activities could wait...

She opened her mouth to speak, which was when Lopez appeared along with a growing number of other people,

[quote=@InfamousGuy101]
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“Name’s Lopez by the way,” he added, “Engineering, Eden Defense Force. I don’t do pep talks. I fix things.”

He took a seat, reaching at the other side of the bar and grabbing the first thing, a bottle of tequila, fitting. 

"So, what do you all think?"
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"Velia Larci," she replied, "Communications," she said, leaving out any other pertinent details and making her seem like an office worker, "I also don't dp pep talks.  I drink things."

She took a larger swig of her whiskey, taking the bottle back off the pilot and topping her glass up before handing it back to him.

"What do I think?" she asked before answering her own question, somewhat facetiously, "I think that I was kinda both looking forward to and dreading the 'Crybaby Nebula' comeback tour but I rather suspect they're making their way through insectoid intestines at this point.  Which, incidentally would be a great name for a band: 'Insectoid Intestines'."

She paused, then grinned, "Relax buddy.  We're in space.  Unless the Metacer can jump into orbit now, we're quite safe."