<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/>The Vargr sneezes at the stench rolling out of the opened cargo-lock. She looks slightly put-out, but relaxes a touch when Max scritches her ears. "Whole ass still too scrawny. Always needing more support, you." the Vargr mutters, then turns to glower at the other nearby humans. "Eh. Went Navy. Black-gang. Is boring except when exciting: lack spontaneity; regulation turd-sizing; not much respect in Extents." Her ears prick up a tiny bit and she smiles with considerably fewer displayed teeth. "Got little trigger time anyway, hey?" She hooks a clawed thumb up at her left ear, prominently tattooed around its edges with more than two dozen red triangles...More than three times as many as were there the last time Max saw her.<br/><br/>Ghrreigh inclines her other hand, flattened, towards Adrianna. "Yes, and yes, and yes. Extents. Uthe. Ekhlle Ksafi. Long story." The shoulderplates of her armor rise and fall slightly in a humanish shrug at the red-headed human woman. "Thanks?"<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she follows Will's progress until he leaves sight within the airlock. "Any guarantees, this ship?" Her gaze shifts from the disappearing Scout to the scarring of the ship's crystaliron armor and its damaged turrets. "Looking like rough times. Think any airlock hostile until prove otherwise." It isn't clear whether she's addressing Adrianna or Max.<br/><br/>"Partners," she repeats. "Serious, they?" The Vargr's pointed ears flatten back a moment, then sweep out to the sides and up again. Partners? Eh. And introductions, apparently.<br/><br/>She slaps the chestplate of her armor. "Ghrreigh. Computers. Drives. Improvised inter-ship diplomacy with turrets or airlocks." Oh, is that what they're calling it these days?