<b>[Group 1]</b><br/><span style="color: blue">"Easy money?"</span>Neymi snapped at the bubbly Goz.<span style="color: blue">"A kryslin psionic nearly turned you into his personal zex zlave and you consider this whole thing to be easy money? You'll have to indulge into your casual thievery later, when we're in less danger. And I'm good, tired with a headache capable of killing me, but I'm good. Turning that thing into a fireball felt zatisfying, even if I didn't get to hear it zcream for mercy.""</span>Neymi waved dismissively at the notion of the medkit.<span style="color: blue">"I just need rest and time to banish the images from my mind."</span><br/><br/>At Darion's words, she tilted her head a little, her felid ears perking up while a quirky smile found it's way on her lips.<span style="color: blue">"If it's my opinion that matters, I'm rather content no zhowing off was required by you. Besides..." </span>She grinned broad enough to make her sharp canines visible.<span style="color: blue">"I'm zure you're planning to impress later under the zheets"</span><br/><br/>Neymi only nodded at Darion's orders, obviously glad to be allowed out of the nightmarish ship, despite the comfortable heat and humidity.<span style="color: blue">"Do try to hurry."</span>She said while tapping a few commands into her wristbound computer, providing Darion with the AR overlay with the path leading to the second team's current location. Without another word, she stepped into the airlock, impatiently tapping her foot while the ship let her in. She rushed over to the bridge as soon as she got inside, dumping her bag and the looted weapon near her other gear still cluttering the bridge. Strapping herself into the neural interface chair, Neymi stepped into the digital realm that the exarch AI occupied. Her avatar was the same as before, but glitchy in places which her mind had trouble filling up due to exhaustion and the mental attacks.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Hey XL-100, missed me? Lets get the zhip engines and weapons running hot, I want any kryslin reinforcements to look at empty, cold space." </span>Summoning up a plenthora of control screens, Neymi easily manipulated her digital surroundings to show the cruiser's layout with both team positions tracked by the ship's scanner. On her offhand, Neymi brought up another floating window, accessing the ship's database to identify and get schematics of the Kryslin melter rifle she looted. If she could get it to work, it'd fit nicely into one of her drone chassis's. The mention of the two capital classes got her attention, and bit her lower lip.<span style="color: blue">"Zhow me your zcans of both, and zee about giving me an ETA of anything arriving here."</span><br/><br/><b>[Neymi: Tech check. Roll: 4, skill: 15]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>