<strong>Name</strong>: Will Friez<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Crew Dining Area, top floor inside ship. Emape.<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: open to everyone.<br/><hr/><br/>"When people say they're in the red, that means you're in a debt, right? Usually red's good and being in the black is bad. At least as far as I knew growing up. Different homeworlds I guess. Like I said before, mine was...<em>spartan</em>." Will responded to the initial comments, crossing his lightly shaking arms across his chest, which more or less stopped them doing it. His glance looked over his anti-laser shades down to the panties laid out on the table and back to Greg, before returning to the garment and back to the Vargr. He opened his mouth like he was about to ask Greg about them, then shook his head and thought better of it... 'Ask a stupid question' after all...<br/><br/>"Max originally brought up the idea on discussing who'll chip in the credits to fix what needs fixing on the ship. Ideally, I want to just chip in a few thousand for a janitor-bot and the repairs and just call it an investment. We'll all be living on this hunk now for the duration and what creds we make are gonna keep this thing Jumping. So, it ain't so much for me as renumeration as it is that we're getting fairly banal with dragging our feet to sort this shit out now. Sorting Engineering out is our main issue I can chip in for." He looked over to Adrianna, "Red, you mentioned you were looking to see how much it'd take to make the repairs. You get a quote for the job yet? We get that paid for and the galaxy's our oyster."