[b][h2]Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr[/h2][/b]

Ran was reaching to pull her armour back on, much as hot she would like the protection incase things got ugly, desperate people were dangerous and she was just as desperate to live as they were. People were far more dangerous than Lab animals, they could be observed and predicted. 

Plants were safer and more dangerous. They had no real intelligence and usually were rather predictable,  do not poke them, stay away from the colourful fruit or keep the gas scrubbers running when someone tried to import toxic spore bulbs from one of the world's jungles. Ren had taken more minor injuries from people in the last year or so than 10 years in the lab from her Xeno charges and Bio samples. 

“So take anything not nailed down, or make it move, can do. Powerloader is a wrench…” Ren nodded, she was sure the ship had some supplies but anything, everything they could take would be great and helpful. If it was of any value she was taking it, from a generator, clothes, food or materials. They did not know what or how long they would be out in the void. They needed to plan for everything. The idea of wrenching things out with a power loader did make her smile. 

“Send us a list when you get aboard and see what we can do, otherwise we grab anything useful.” She looked toward the woman who questioned the supply situation and they would work from there. 

A rather realistic yet depressed man came up to the bar and downed multiple shots of a strong drink without pause. Usual? He was local, a regular? That or he had been stuck here for a bit. Drunk, whatever his skills where they maybe were a little beyond use, or would at rate they drank booze. 

Clasps applied and locked she strapped everything together, it was a little worn and so, with the least minor damage risks, the heavy military rifles would go through it clean and out the other side. 

“Ageeed?” Ren looked and began to stand, if they were going to get going,  they might as well start now much as a nap and getting shit faced was tempting. Well stand, she still was probably one of the shortest of her group, bar that little alien in a scooter hovering about. 

Doing somthing was... therapy.