The mechanic nodded to Pepper.  One of the flashy types he didn't care much for, he decided, based on her armor and weapon.  Typical for this kind of crew, though.  An utter mix of the understated and overstated.<br/><br/>"Sorry.  Security's not my department." he replied, "Engines, weapons, armor, personal and ship."  His right eye partially de-focused for a second as he checked the readout from his diagnostic implant.  "Speaking of which, there's a 2% disparity in your left leg hydraulics.  Shouldn't be a problem for a month or two, but it'll seize up on you by then.  Gimme ten minutes an' I can sort it out."<br/><br/>His attention immediately turned to the captain as his primary focus.  She made sense, that was a good recommendation for the ship and crew.  Ok, maybe not the last, he added as Toya commented on the ship.<br/><br/>"We'll see what diagnostics say . . . I'd hate to diagnose a ship I haven't seen move yet on sight alone, miss," Torven replied.  "Can't tell a darn thing like that by sight alone from this distance, even with optics."  A somewhat subtle 'don't tell me my job and I won't tell you your's' comment, to be sure.  He was mildly interested to see if she caught on to that.  Most flyboys . . . and flygirls, would be too self-absorbed, in his experience, to catch it.<br/><br/>(OOC: Fixed due to character attribution error)