Dren worked away on the Stalking cat, answering the odd question that was relayed to him from Yuri, who allocated most of her processing power to unlocking the enemy AI. Although Dren was mostly focused on repairs, Yuri's spider-like repair drone had finished welding the armor and had moved onto repair the damage of the spare mech, replacing the arm. While Yuri was occupied with the AI and the drone, she had little processing power to monitor Dren, who's condition was getting worse by the minute.<br/><br/>After an hour of working, he had retrieved his helmet and now in his full body armor he worked, using the helmet's sensors and HUD to scan for micro fractures and help with electronic mapping using schematics from the ships database. But since his face was now covered, no one noticed when he passed out with his hand in a bundle of wires, still in mid connection. He remained floating in mid air beside it, gloves inside a data junction and looked like he was still working, but inside his helmet, he was asleep.<br/><br/>"Hey Dren!"<br/><br/>Snapping awake he freed his hands and finished his work, closing the cover then replaced the armor section over it, thus finishing the repairs on Angela's mech. He lazily pushed off the machine to drift down to the floor, beside the Chief Technician who called him.<br/><br/>"Nice job. Looks like you made some modifications. I don't know if Angela will like that." he said.<br/><br/>"I told Kratos all about them. It should be more responsive and a bit faster now." Dren replied, hitting a control on his arm. His helmet's face guard opened and folded out of the way.<br/><br/>"Sir, I don't know much about your people, but I know when someone looks like crap." he said, "When did you eat last?"<br/><br/>"Yesterday evening." Dren said after thinking about it. He was starving, but work still had to be done.<br/><br/>"Good Lord man! That was almost twelve hours ago!" He exclaimed, then pulled a package from his pouch on his belt, "Here eat this. It's not much but it will hold you over till you get a decent meal. I'd tell you to go get some food now, but I'm not in charge." Dren took the package and looked it over. Seemed to be something covered in a thin plastic wrapper.<br/><br/>"What is it?"<br/><br/>"It's a sandwich. Don't have them where you come from?" he asked, "Ham and cheese."<br/><br/>"No." he muttered. At this point, he really didn't care what it was. He was hungry. Ripping the plastic off he ate it in four bites, and tossed the plastic in a nearby scrap bin.<br/><br/>"Good?" the Chief asked.<br/><br/>"It was. Thank you." he said.<br/><br/>"So, what's next?" he asked.<br/><br/>"It's best to let Yuri and the engineers deal with the enemy AI." he said, then glanced over at Azzy who was speaking to two other crew members. He still felt bad for taking over like he did, even though the Captain put him in charge. Dren knew he was in no position to effectively lead this team, although they seemed to manage themselves quite well. He knew he was overtired and malnourished, stressed and untrained in their ways. He felt out of place even now. Sighing, he turned to the Chief and forced a smile, "I suppose you're right. I do need to eat something decent. Azzy should be capable of handling the rest. If anything comes up tell Yuri and she'll contact me."<br/><br/>"Sure thing, boss." he said, patting him on the shoulder, "Take care of yourself."<br/><br/>Too tired to even walk, Dren just kept his antigrav device on as he drifted off the floor, seemingly flying and turning some heads who didn't know of his device. Keeping his helmet on, he left the hangar and pushed off the wall to head down the hallway, towards the brig that showed on his HUD that he accessed from the ship's computer. Drifting down the halls was almost peaceful enough to make him fall asleep again, but he shook his head as he found the door to the brig.<br/><br/>Switching his device off, he stepped inside, noting the long room lined on both sides with cells and sealed with their own individual force field. Dren smelled the Enemy pilot right away, but he went straight for Angela's cell, directly across from Jared.<br/><br/>"Afternoon." he said, flopping down to sit on the floor in front of her. He hit the control on his arm to open his helmet again then sighed heavily, his eyes now burning, "I have to say I was impressed by your fight. You were magnificent in battle." he paused for a moment, "If I had known though that you would get in trouble for it, I would have stepped in. I still don't know your ways." Dren pulled his legs in to cross them and he leaned forward, putting his weight on his arms, "Still, if you want a good fight. I'd spar with you sometime. When I'm in better condition, if you want." He swayed for a moment and caught himself, but still didn't hide the smirk on his face, his fangs exposed.