Kameron wandered through the crew commons, hands thrust into his pants pockets. His green gaze flirted over the females as they disappeared into Jiljoo’s small quarters, and he paused, a curious expression crossing his handsome face. Deciding that their privacy was important, he left them alone despite being curious. Shrugging it away, he headed aft, towards the engine compartment.<br/><br/>Kam rapped his knuckles on the bulkhead by the entryway to the engine room, smiling as he looked  at the (mild) disarray that Larasen called his “method.” He imagined that Nykei’s swoop garage had probably looked similar, since Larasen had been her mechanic before they joined. “Still tinkerin’ away? Why not let the droids work on it a bit? You’ve been back here the entire cruise.”