The salsa was ignored once it was confirmed it was spicy. “We cannot handle spicy foods,” he said softly to himself. The data on the pad before him became his man focus, the conversation that went on mostly ignored because to him it was boring. Paintings, stealing, marauders, all of it meant nothing to the young doctor who instead found himself focused on what notes he had gathered about the rest of the crew. Their current or at least he hoped was their current weight, height and other vital stats. It looked outdated in some regard and he would likely have to get new data from all of them later.<br/><br/>“After we cle…clean that detestable med bay,” he said low and to<span style="font-style: italic"> “himself”</span>.<br/><br/>Captain continued talking and he focused on the lines of data as they zipped by on his screen. The pilot was of course on the fore front of his mind, the technological masterpiece that he was. Man and machine is near perfect harmony, he wanted to take him apart. Wanted to see how he was connected, what lines were used, the subroutines that are written into the code and see if he could upgrade anything and remove more of the human element to get closer to that perfection that was machine.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> “Whatever you say.” He then looked at his new mechanic. “Ettin, I’ll need you on the ground to use the surveyor. Hopefully you can locate this underground bunker. Plus any extra hands will be useful - And finally Logan,” he looked at the strange doctor, still unsure about the man. “Bring a med kit and stay out of the way. I hope you know how to shoot. If not, hopefully Al can give you a crash course.”</span><br/><br/>“Hm? What?” he asked as he was snapped back to the present rather than the wonderful world of machines and operations. “Oh, um…actually my father used to take me hunting when I was younger. I am a good shot when I am paying attention at least that is what he used to say. I killed my first buck when I was only ten, but then I got in trouble because I ruined the carcass when I tried to apply some other parts to it. Father was not happy that I ruined his trophy,” he rambled on even if no one else had bothered to pay attention to the rest of his story.<br/><br/>Then he just stopped and stared as if he heard something else,  “Oh! Good question!” he said to<span style="font-style: italic"> “himself” </span>. “Could we harvest any parts from people while we are down there? For medical purposes, of course. I need to study more of the human anatomy, I always study it because I want to make it better. If I shoot one of the marauders, do I claim it as my kill? Which means I get the spoils for it? Is there a refrigeration unit on the ship that I could use to store body parts?”<br/><br/>Each question, each statement was said in rapid succession and it only seemed to stall out when he reached for a chip to snack on as he waited for a response of some kind. “Chips are good, they are not spicy.”