“Aye lad, a wee dram to warm the cockles of my heart. Its freezing in here!” Bodach boomed.

“While you’re at it, a pint of the black stoff would be grand. Thank you very much!” Diarmuid chimed in.

“We’re doing great. Thank you Senjen. Come, sit with us.” Major said.

The synthetics had tidily stowed away most of their gear into the cargo webbing around the room. In the one patch of free space they’d installed three lightweight docking chairs into the floor which they now sat on in a semi circle. Before them a small portable hearth that flickered with energy and heat. All three had traded their cloaks for khakis and loose fitting tops, the kind Humans wore to blend in, or obscure their hardware. All three wore a holstered sidearm.

“Please do let me know if anyone on my team is being a burden. Our aim is to be as profile as possible.” He continued, shooting a glance at the other droids.

“How are you both feeling about this trip, then? Excited? Nervous?”