<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mess of travellers<br/><hr/><br/>"You might have a gift for it doc, never know- but I can respect you've found your calling."<br/>Max will call back as she moves to fill and drink a glass of water from the galley, downing one glass quickly before refilling it and heading back to her seat, sitting down with one leg crossed over the other, foot bobbing in the air.<br/>"You know, I seem to remember that in ancient wet navies the quartermaster was all but captain most of the time, maybe that's the sort of role you're hunting for Theo? I would ask if you renovate the captain quarters, leave the bath in, I'm looking forward to getting some use out of that. Stateroom wise, there's one in a hideous paint scheme we're probably going to be repainting anyway...We have options there and ah, yeah Will, putting Theo's name down for the record is probably a smart move... Though ahhh, ease off on the canine idioms huh buddy?"<br/>Max would give him a look of her own before turning to Greg, with a somewhat sympathetic look.<br/>"I don't think he meant anything by it Greg,"<br/>Max sat back as Greg and Adrianna exchanged words with what felt like increasing hostility, Greg's words reminding her of an incident aboard the Good King Gregor, causing her to smile, supressing a laugh for a moment. She made a mental note to have a quick word with Adrianna later about Vargr psychology, it was sounding like she was taking this a little personally. Still she listened and took another sip of her fresh glass.