It wasn’t surprising she found the Hearth more attractive than any man.  She had always found more long lasting pleasure with machines weather they were ships or even the simplest piece of engineering.  Men were just a quick bit of fun for a night before kicking them out.  She immediately started to move around the room and look at everything, getting a good feel for the size of the room, and an initial view of what she had to work with.  She left the kit she brought with her near one of the terminals.<br/><br/>Then she looked back at Calvin.<span style="color: #00b300">“Thanks for that.  It will make it easier for me.  At least you guys had some respect for the heart of your base.  I’ve come into places where the engineering compartment was a complete mess…”</span>She paused at the mention of the last guy not being here anymore.  That sent a shiver up her spine a bit.<span style="color: #00b300">“Well… I’ll get everything completely up in running, just give me some time.  I hope it is just a restart, but knowing my luck it will take me a couple days to get the base completely up.”</span><br/><br/>After she spoke she looked around again before moving back to where she left her kit.  The first thing she did was reach up to deactivate the faceplate of her helmet and then remove the thick ring around her neck that sealed the helmet portion to her suit.  Her long blonde hair, tied in a ponytail at her shoulders and falling down to mid back, fell out as soon as she took both off.  The sides of the bunch of hair covered her ears and hid the pointed, fur covered indication of her being a splicer.  She immediately bent over, unconsciously giving Calvin a view the curves of her ass through the evo suit… as much as it would allow.  It gave at least a very good hint of what was hidden underneath.<br/><br/>Of course she heard his statement and blushed some and turned to look at Calvin.  Immediately she went from bending to sitting infront of her toolkit.  As if she just realized she was giving the man a view.<span style="color: #00b300">“Um… well… you seem to be doing better than me…  I just curse at people for small talk.”</span><br/><br/>Even with this light conversation, Alicia seemed to be able to focus on work.  plugging her engineering kit into the terminal.  Then using the kit as a minor power source to begin some troubleshooting.  Sending a tiny trickle of power through the system and analyzing the feedback to find where the system was stopped and where she began.  She preferred this to conversation too.  She knew how to do this without cursing… for the most part.<br/><br/>At the words from Evy, Alica looked over at the AI’s hologram.<span style="color: #00b300">“Ok, I didn’t think he would make them so quickly.  Hey cal, I do have something you can do for me.  Go pick up the pills that were just made for me please?  I’m starting some diagnostics that I have to watch, but I don’t need any heavy lifting yet.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>