<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In The Cargo Bay, a short time ago, Low Port, Emape<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Grendel<br/><hr/><br/>Max shook the woman's hand firmly, smiling to her. She wouldn't exactly put money on it, but she was increasingly convinced Grendel was probably a lady. Though felt puzzled as she quickly looked away and headed off.<br/>"Well err... Nice to meet you"<br/>Before heading to her own investigations...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>On the Bridge Max found herself flushing as she found the Aslan's sex, her hands feeling along it's length and cupping the balls experimentally,<br/>"Bugger me but someone was dedicated to their perversions, thing must be worth a fortune."<br/>Max's impression of this only growing as she further examined it before redressing the officer.<br/>"Still you add to the mystery, lets see if we can't find that computer of yours shall we?"<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Various - Starfinder, Now, Low Port, Emape<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Will<br/><hr/><br/>Max would laugh as she released Will's hand, having helped him up,<br/>"Who knows, I am retired now, maybe I'm getting rusty!"<br/><br/>Max would feel a note of professional pride as she found some smuggling compartments and a note of professional respect as others found theirs and they combined notes on what they had found. Each fresh personal find only increasing the sensation they were inside the house of dead people. It would fade in time, but it was an uncomfortable sensation to be sure. Max would happily bag samples of hair and the like as they went, better safe than sorry and who knows what they might tell them about the crew, putting each sample into a differently labelled bag.<br/><br/>Alright, so we've got an engineer, possibly a hobbyist. We've got the captain and a well groomed Vargr who knows their weapons and enjoys cooking... A sleeping computer and locked storage unit. Hmmm. Anyone good with locks? Will, Theo was it? "<br/><br/>Max would muse looking back to the computer, pondering if it would fit in the empty space in the Aslan's head.<br/><br/>"And this little hand computer"<br/><br/>Unless someone else was wanting a stab at that, Max would fire it up and begin a quick check through the data units.