Overlooked, as he often preferred with a new crew, Torven came up last, after wincing at the captain's misuse of 'whom' and handed over an ID, one of three he owned.  "Torven Kar," he said for Toya, adding, "Engineer, mechanic, armourer, and all around fix-it guy" for the rest.  In the process, he recorded thermograph and rad (energy) scans of any gear he looked at through his eyepiece.  After all, he thought, I'll probably end up having to fix most of it eventually.  For the meantime, he felt a bit naked, not having most of his gear unpacked and on his person due to station regs.<br/><br/>"Any chance we can board soon?"<br/><br/>Truth be told, he was also rather interested in the ship's equipage.  Not so much as some technogeek engineers, he did actually have a life outside the mechanical room, but still . . .  Standard factory FTL, STL, arms, and armor on this thing, he knew.  And assumed nothing standard was left, or left unaugmented.  If there was anything of that sort, it wouldn't be so for long.