<b>[Engine Room]</b><br/><br/>Neymi's tail was bristling again by now, the computer's calling her a kitty visibly angering the Goz/human hybrid. The news about the "captain's log" and the other Goz on board didn't help. Muttering beneath her breath she covered her face with her hand and sighed.<span style="color: blue">"I'll deal with them later, I feel like I'll have to rein in the zhip's AI first. Barely on board and already bouncing on beds, I expected this zort of behaviour from Greys, not anyone else."</span>She turned to Aiayla, angrily walking over to her equipment, ignoring the human's current line of through poking at her mind.<span style="color: blue">"Even the toy there almost managed to keep his pants on."</span>She quickly checked the scanner's systems, not looking at anything but the screen as she continued talking.<span style="color: blue">"Toy, if you really care about the well being of the crew than don't push me about this 'fixing', or I zwear people are going to get zeriously hurt."</span><br/><br/>Satisfied, she left the computer be, and quickly gathered her other tools.<span style="color: blue">"Zo, I'm going to inspect XL-100's zystems. I don't like being touched while unaware so my drones are going to be in alert mode. If you have a problem with that, I zuggest not ztepping anywhere near me while I am in the neural interface chair."</span>Putting the cable from before away, Neymi gestured at the scanner.<span style="color: blue">"Full zystem check will be done in less than an hour, it'll tell me of the engine's every quirk. I'll zee if the AI is going to be co-operative in letting keep this bolt bucket together."</span>Slinging her satchel over her shoulder, she walked away without another word, making her way to the bridge again. The two hovering spheres following her out of the room.<br/><br/><b>[Bridge]</b><br/>Once more, the constant ruckus in the back of her head had dimmed again enough for Neymi to enjoy some semblance of silence. She inspected the portable computer she had set up in earlier to try and get into the ship's mainframe, and predictably it had thrown up an alert box indicating it couldn't find the system. The AI simply having kicked the scanner out of it's systems. Sighing, she shut the computer off and closed the metal case.<span style="color: blue">"No point for this now..."</span>Getting up, she retrieved her longcoat and put it back on. The feeling of the heavy leather soothing Neymi's lingering anger. It was like finding steadier ground to stand on.<br/><br/>Now knowing about it, the hybrid found the Neural Interface the ship's AI had been talking about.<span style="color: blue">"Alright then, XL-100, is this one of those chairs where a zpecial zuit is required or anything?"</span>She asked while bringing up her wrist computer, making some adjustments to her combat drones's behaviour.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>