<span style="color: green">“Hah, I wish I could make money off that.  I wouldn’t need to go through all this trouble for a living.”</span>He said, leaning against the side of the doorframe.  He hadn’t really looked around his cabin yet… but he was sure that there was a console to override all the doors on the ship.  It never crossed his mind to try that.  After that panic attack from the fight, using an override to talk to Neymi wouldn’t help at all.  The throbbing was still obvious in his head.  He didn’t want to make it any worse.  Might as well as go along with the joke, though he was a bit surprised she didn’t seem all that mad about it being known she is a psychic.<br/><br/>Darion looked down at his computer on his wrist when Neymi mentioned a pilot.  He was looking at the candidates he had gotten back as a list.<span style="color: green">“I had my computer search for some more names.  I am currently looking through for the most promising… though the name of one doesn’t look all that promising… one is named Bigprick…”</span>as he said that he had his computer send out a job offer to the most promising candidates by their information.<span style="color: green">“… anyway… it is more effective to offer the job through the system and wait to see who responds… you saw how well going out and finding one worked…”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>