<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Locked box in the pantry<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Adrianna, open.<br/><hr/><br/>Will at first went to the bridge as he stated, though one look at it and he grunted. He really didn't want to walk past again the others to get to the hatch near the medic office leading down to where he currently would be fiddling with the locked box again, instead he went out the airlock and went in the ship again via the downfloor cargo bay door to reach where the box was downstairs. Nevertheless Adrianna would find him smacking the box against the wall, partly taking his frustration out on something than actually trying to get the damned thing open. He could hear the footsteps passing by in his direction before he saw the redhead and let out an audible long sigh.<br/><br/>"I regret nothing." he spoke, without looking her way, he didn't know who was approaching, for all he knew it could have been the damned Vargr again, "I don't care if you don't like me, people tend not to and that's damned-" he hit the box against a wall again, making a loud<strong>clang</strong>, "-fine by me. I don't have the patience to deal with anyone who got their head up their ass, I just wanna see some space in peace, make some credits doing stupid shit... So I can maybe retire on some nice planet I find..." he grumbled, "I fly ships and I like tinkering... I'm not a people person. Having some dickhead near turn me into dry ice, dealing with dickhead pirates trying to strong-arm my mail for over decade..." he turned and finally saw Adrianna there, "... It ain't what I expected when I was on the moisture farm, looking at the two suns and wanting to be anywhere else but the desert."<br/><br/>"Here..." he said, after a beat, showing her the locked box, "Help me try and get this open, see what's in there." He leaned up against the wall, "You, I can about tolerate, Red." he offered, possibly as much as a compliment or nicety he could give out, whether or not down to his current mood, was hard to tell. He may even have cracked a little smile before going back to his stoney frown again. He was too young for such a face, despite looking a decade older than the redhead with him. "We can talk, though don't bother about the damned elephant in the room. If I was really gonna gank anyone, they'd be stood up, facing me, with their weapon doing the same. So don't try and offer any sage words for or against what happened. The dog was damned complicating things. Now talk to be about anything else."