<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ghrreigh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br/><strong>Station Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Max and everybody<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ghrreigh points a finger at Theo and smiles without teeth. "Small universe." Her tail shifts slightly, fluffing but hardly a wag. "Will try not your job making harder."<br/><br/>She takes one look at the cargo, which (mostly) seems at first glance to be shaped more like it's intended for humans (and she certainly isn't going to stand there a while cataloging it to see if there're any artificial Vargr bits), and seems to decide to leave sorting it all out to the humans.<br/><br/>The Vargr pivots, teeth showing again and a slight hint of a grumbling snarl in her throat as she regards the fresh-and-shoddy patch-and-paint job on the vessel's belly and along its spine. Trotting off, the alien pauses a moment beside the belly turret, not touching the oddly round-melted region of the ship near it just yet. She dips her ears as she studies the damage, then hops up onto the wing tankage and walks along the ship's spine to regard the other turrets. "Mad, somebody," she calls down. "Here, here, meson beam strikes," the canine creature slides back down off the wing with a rattle of armor plates and hooks a thumb at the belly-ball. "<em>That</em>from nuclear warhead. Near miss. All three strikes generate prompt rad critical, would. Maybe not crew survive."<br/><br/>Ghrreigh decides not to speculate on who would use that sort of military-grade hardware on a freighter full of pervert props. "Ship got air/raft bay. Ghrreigh got air/raft. Be back, few minutes."<br/><br/>She waves towards Theo again before sauntering off towards the Port offices, then pauses and calls back towards the ship. "Any you want should tell them deliver sealed possessions to ship?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ghrreigh is going to head over the Port Authority building if no one stops her and will tell them to deliver her (large, sealed) armament locker to the ship, then will go grab her air/raft with her other stuff in it. Presumably this will take a few minutes.</div></div>