Taseer nodded, listening to Kala expand on the idea of a mounted gun on the crawler, eye's brightening at the ideas.<span style="color: navy">"Yeah, yeah... controls inside the cabin, hadn't thought of that... "</span>She nodded again, growing in enthusiasm, then stopped and frowned as a delayed reaction finally struck her.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Wait, why would Shira' care about Falkris?"</span>She looked at Kala funny, then, as her increasingly impaired mind finally caught up to the implication, her eyes widened and then she started laughing uncontrollably. She rocked back in her seat, laughing, nearly falling off before she caught herself. Many of the crew had started looking at her.<br/><br/>Taseer leaned forward on the table, shaking her free hand and head.<span style="color: navy">No, no no no... they're not... </span>she laughed again for a long moment,<span style="color: navy">"They're not together. Hell they don't even like each other!"</span><br/><br/>She took a few breathes, passing the bottle to Kala. Once she had regained her composure somewhat, she looked at Kala as seriously as her humored features would allow her.<span style="color: navy">"Shira just... you know, cares about people. She's a real bitch if she doesn't know you, but... When you're lookin' at death, this is something she told me... When you're looking at death, starin' it straight in the face, you only got one thing with ye, and that's the person standing next to you. There ain't nothin' else."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"See... see that's the thing about all that... see, she and Falkris don't get along normally... but when you're standin' there, lookin' at somethin' tryin' to kill ye'... well it doesn't matter how ye felt about 'em before, or after all that shit... all that matters is that they did. They were the one that was there, standin' beside ye' lookin' death in the face, sayin' you don't have to do it alone."</span>She nodded.<span style="color: navy">"And so, so after that... see - she makes sure they're alright, those that stood by her. That's all that is. They'll be back to not talkin' terms soon enough, you'll see. She'll prob'ly be round to check on you soon enough."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Oh! And a new engine!"</span>She said snapping her fingers and perking up suddenly.<span style="color: navy">"Gut the thing since we don't need to make weight spec. Let's put some fucking armor on it and... and if we pull the center axle, we can get all the power wasted there onto the other wheels... get some speed out of it!"</span><br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The Turian in the shower squared off with Milenya, even taking a stop closer to her as she began to speak. But as Milenya continued, fronting an imposed authority, the Turian was disarmed. His mandibles twitched angrily, as though he wanted to speak, to counter her, but couldn't. All he could do is stand and stare at her, trembling with an anger that the asari had  forcibly caged.<br/><br/>He only dropped his eyes as she turned away from him to leave, leaving him standing there. The others in the shower were relieved, but only as much as they could be after flare of unwanted tension. He did not pursue her when she left.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>