If there was one thing Aodh was good at, it was humor. He barked a laugh, his dark eyes twinkling. âAye.â He told the brunette. âBut I havna the chance ta spread my legs.â He told her, stressing his Irish accent for an added measure of humor before clapping a friendly hand on the captainâs shoulder. âGood ta know ye care, captain!â He said, before sobering. âBut the weapons on these ship are part of my responsibility, no? You have Abby here, and my unique abilities could help move the repairs faster.â<br/><br/>Unfazed by her brothers antics Abby continued work on the screen, trying to decode the transmission. No matter how she ran it she couldnât get more than a jumbled mess of sounds, pitched high enough from interference to make her visibly cringe. âI cannot decode it yet, captain, even with my gifts.â She said with a sigh, frowning down at the terminal. âIâll keep working on it, perhaps the interference will clear when we are in closer range.