<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ghrreigh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br/><strong>Station Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everybody<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The Vargr snaps those sharp fangs in midair not very far at all from Max's ear. "Not. Ordnance testing with hammer, like being." She takes another pull from the water bottle. The ship's air is rapidly getting to desert-levels of dryness. "Better time probing first taking. If impossible all other opportunities, robot disabling<em>before</em>computer in linking. Otherwise, like grenade to test by in a closet pin pulling."<br/><br/>Ghrreigh has considered sticking her oar in with regards to the MCPO...She's not sure what Adrianna's rank is/was at this point, but she's definitely a flier rather than someone who keeps the fleet flying. However, as best the Vargr can sort out human interplay at this point, it seems there may be some past relationship the pilot has, she's decided against sitting in on this, but... "Gleaning some background you and this mick-po, has. If a hand needing in trade from a black-ganger lieutenant who's around the fleet a bit stirred, whistle you can. Otherwise in the hole here, being." she offers amiably towards the flustered human.<br/><br/>She listens intently to the response regarding payments and anagathics. "To be life support next sorting," she interjects at Will's assessment. "Inert robot and computer low priority being. Ship to be always capable for lift, that survival is."<br/><br/>Ghrreigh notes that capabilities are in discussion again. She should just dump her dossier into the computer network, except she hasn't had time to poke it and secure it to her satisfaction, and the presence of TL16+ tech on board doesn't make her feel comfortably safe, network-wise. "Naval Engineering and Gunnery, I was being. Lieutenant. Specialist, computers, generalist drives, turrets, engineering, and some 'diplomatic work' along border with Kforuzeng and Ekhlle Ksafi."<br/><br/>She flicks her ears a moment, high and proud. "Bumping fangs, boarding actions and low-gee, null-gee tactics." The Vargr smiles deliberately with her mouth closed so all her fangs are hidden.<br/><br/>"Don't to war without me go."