Kala let out a disappointed sigh when Taseer replied.  She wanted to pull one of these things out juist to take it apart to see how it was built.  Especially after what Taseer said about it, and how expensive it was.  Plus, she wanted to find what had caused it to overload and enter the factory default settings.  If they left it alone, she could see it happening again.  It usually did.  She just hoped it didn’t happen at the wrong time.  Then again, that was going off ships that were actually built of all similar parts.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Ok.  You know this ship more than me, so I’ll trust you on that.  I still think we need to figure out specifically what caused it to reset and try preventing it though.”</span>She began before focusing completely on the odd input.<br/><br/>Even with scanning the thing with her omnitool, nothing looked familiar beyond some of the input and output controls.  That all told her one thing in the end.  Someone had developed whatever this is for the ship.  Or when it had been invented, nothing had been recorded.  It was unlikely she would figure out what it actually was without seeing it in use.  Though, something of it looked like a comm device… not connected with it.  She was about to give up and ask about it… but decided against it because she was sure if she found something she wasn’t supposed to, they would get rid of her.<br/><br/>After getting enough of a scan to study later, Kala began to move.  Though looking to make sure she didn’t miss anything here.<span style="color: green">“Taseer, on my way back up unless there is anything else you need from me down here.”</span>She had no idea how long she had been studying that unknown connection.<br/><br/>…………………………………..<br/><br/>Even a dumb soldier like Darion could see the confusion.  It made him grin lightly at her questions.  When the waitress came over he made sure to get her attention for his own drink when she came back with his companions.<span style="color: green">“You wouldn’t happen to have some Scotch would you?  If so, One glass on the rocks please.  Top shelf.”</span>He ordered.  It had been so long since he had had a good scotch.<br/><br/>Then he turned back to His companion.<span style="color: green">“Yeah, Kassa.  Bought a new suit of armor from them.  The job that I was lucky to have was basically to raid a slaver’s base, kill the leader and try to rescue any slaves.  We were lucky to have some tech specialists with us who were able to drain the slaver boss’s accounts.”</span>He wasn’t sure he sure go into any more details than that.  He didn’t know this woman enough to tell her who he had worked with on that job, or that the slaver boss needed to die due to personal reasons.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>