<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's Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br/><strong>Station Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everybody<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ghrreigh dips her muzzle in terse acknowledgement to Will. "Financial resources technically negative being. Little spending money got." She cranes her neck over to the side and practically stands up in her seat to try to see what on earth Max is doing with the odd handcomp. "Ship engineering systems check is currently in chipping, I. Power, jump, maneuver all good. Fuel systems to get unfucked needing. Life support still investigation needs."<br/><br/>"Other small hazards cataloging and fixing. Once life support and fueling five-oh are, orbit can. Current fuel for one jump enough ...Maybe. Sure not back coming."<br/><br/>When Adrianna slams the boot-sole down on the tabletop, Ghrreigh narrows her eyes and flicks her ears back half a point, then casually nods at the frilly panties in the center of the table. "Same source, being?" she inquires mildly.