Keeping half an eye on her drone's optic and audio feedback, Neymi tinkered with Kryslin rifle, trying to adapt the standard gun holster system to the exotic piece of equipment. It was never going to fit properly on one of her aerial drones, not without some extra expensive parts she just didn't have, but maybe she could fit it in a turret chassis and wire it up to ship's power system. She could lug it to the docking bay for some extra firepower in case they needed a quick exit or flashy entrance.<br/><br/>The hybrid huffed slightly at the conversation between Darion and the Bulor pilot.<span style="color: blue">"Pity."</span>Came her voice from the drone.<span style="color: blue"> "If you'd played and won, Anisa, I could've given mister militaryhead more than just a scolding. The zhip belongs to more than just you, Darion. I'd <i>appreciate</i> it if you at least tried to remember that."</span>Occupied as she was, Neymi only glanced at the door as it opened and closed, figuring it was a glitch before returning her attention to welding some wiring.<br/><br/><b>"I am here."</b>Neymi let out a chortled noise in her surprise as Toi appeared out of nowhere, nearly leaping atop the engine. Her fur completely fluffed up like a scared/angry cat.<span style="color: blue">"Toi... what...Ugh, nevermind, just don't do that ever again." </span>Neymi grunted at the android as Ianthe arrived as well.<span style="color: blue">"I rather like to keep heart attacks to a bare minimum."</span>She stroked her fur flat again while taking a deep breath, turning her attention to the new woman.<span style="color: blue">"Mostly it's an excuse for us to talk without Darion's presence, with you being unable to walk away. That zaid, do try and relax while Toi gives you the check-up, it zhouldn't hurt."</span><br/><br/>Leaning against a nearby wall, Neymi appraised Ianthe carefully before speaking.<span style="color: blue">"Maybe I'm a hypocrite, but I have trust issues and my reasons for them. Androids and bots like Toi are bad enough, but to have another person aboard who I can't read puts me on edge. I've had enough mercenaries chase me to strike it rich by selling the hybrid, zo lets talk, and try to keep an open mind perhaps? Though if you prefer, I could have Boo there blown your brains out first but I'm not looking forward to cleaning up and finding another replacement, zo it's my preference we talk and figure each other out."</span>She gestured off-handedly to the drone orbiting near her, before an audio-snippet from Minsc drew her attention.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"We <i>have</i> decided on a name for the zhip, Darion. Don't make me embaress you by putting it up to a crew vote."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>