Corin nodded approvingly at Nuria, smiling lightly at her comment about the two of them having to spar at some point in the future. He intended to do that, though from the looks of the way she carried herself and the weapon was in no hurry.<br/><br/>The sound of something colliding into the deck of the ship rang out behind him, Corin whipping his head about to find Icarus standing behind the helm, already inspecting it’s weight and quality. He had met the man in a bar, their interview consisting of many drinks. The man struck him as the kind who knew how good he was at what he did, but wasn’t unkind.<br/><br/>He held out his hand to greet the man when he slid down the stairs, “Welcome aboard Icarus. And she is your own sir, all of ours now” he told both him and Nuria with a quick wink.<br/><br/>Another was arriving, the thick accent of his engineer making it’s way up the boarding plank.. “Welcome aboard Oreida. All of you can grab a bunk downstairs, I have some lunch brewing in the back cabin” he said, pointing a thumb over his shoulder to the entrance of what normally was the captains cabin.<br/>