“You sure did.” kasyra replied glibly to the krogans statement. It was ironic, she thought, that he would say that, given that she did not really expect to survive her long term plans. “I might help fix up this wreck when we have a few parts to do it with, but don't expect me to volunteer for chief mechanic or engineer duty. Just because I'm a Quarian doesn't mean I like being neck deep in ship guts, or that I'm a technical miracle worker.”
Kasyra certainly found that particular species stereotype frustrating. While basic engineering was taught to all Quarians, it was just that - basic engineering. Many of them, especially slightly older Quarians such as herself, had entirely different specialisations. She could maintain the ship to an extent, but that was it.
She was about to comment on the matter of food after an Asari mentioned how fish would not go well for her, when the human she had earlier pegged as the self declared head cook began speaking. Though he didn’t explicitly state it, the way he spoke was all the statement needed. This man was definitely going to be the head cook. Kasyra did not particularly like that idea. Sure he was welcome to feed everyone else, but no way was she going to eat anything made by someone she did not know, much less a Levo cook.
It wasn’t that she worried that he would intentionally poison her, so much as she had rarely met an alien that would properly account for Quarian needs. That, and she had no faith in the ability of a Levo to properly manage Dextro flavors. How could he if he could not taste it himself without puking his guts out for a month? And that was a best case scenario.
“You needn’t worry about me mister master chef man.” She began glibly, her tone making it clear that she didn't think much of his sudden desire to take over all aspects of the kitchen. “I’ll make my own food. I’ll also be buying a purifier out of my own pocket so this kitchen doesn’t kill me” Had any of the Turians been around, she would’ve offered to cook for them too. As long as they put funds towards the ingredients of course. She wasn’t running a charity.
With that, she turned and walked out of the kitchen. She didn’t feel like arguing with the cook right now, he would inevitably protest and claim he was capable of feeding a Quarian. She simply didn’t believe and preferred not to offend the man so early in their association. She headed to the quarters to find a spot to sleep. She didn’t have any gear or other belongings beyond what she carried, so she would have to resort to leaving a note of some form marking out which bunk was hers. It did make her an easy roommate though. No mess to work around. Once she picked out a spot, she would busy herself checking her gear and resting until they reached Omega.
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