<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/>Ghrreigh narrows her eyes slightly and her ears splay a bit as she gets a better look at the handcomp that Max is playing with. "Spicy stuff. Black globes and easy-to-carry plasma rifles talking, tech-wise." The Vargr is too small to possibly be talking about any sort of PGMP as 'easy-to-carry'...So she probably means literal<em>plasma rifles</em>. "Possible middling AI levels tech, being. Or higher. Much higher than this rock makes." She rocks her head again. "Last place I'd put is in mobile shell with manipulators, being. Programming, goals, level of sentience, unknowing. Assassin or hijack program to be find out hating."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Max and Theo</div><div class="spoiler_body">You've seen enough of Ghrreigh's oddball mannerisms to say she looks a bit spooked at the thing...But also a bit intrigued.</div></div>