<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br/><strong>Time:Afternoon </strong><br/><strong>Tagging:Mess of travellers</strong><br/><hr/>Max would pause before sighing and giving an aimiable shrug,<br/>"Ahhh I know you're probably right Greg. I'm not the worst with the spanner, I'll muck in with the checks... Still want to check that bot out though...And yes, I can vouch for Greg's rap sheet, can be<em>quite</em>the disruptive influence when she tries."<br/>Listening with interest to Adrianna she would eventually reply,<br/>"It might do, it's a hellishly advanced hand computer, and the program thats paused on it will take up every last bit of it's resources, I'm damned curious to plug it in. As for the rest, I'd toss my name into the ring for captain on record, of course we have shares and big term decisions should be discussed and decided as a group but when shit hits the fan it only makes sense to have someone overviewing things. Given my lack of other skills useful for spacetravel I wouldn't have any other pressing tasks demanding my time allowing me to maintain an overview of the situation. I have experience in role, coralling the cops under me and while I've never been in charge of a ship under fire I can guarentee you I'd make it a top priority to get reading up on the ins and outs of the job."<br/>Plus, she thought to herself with a note of amusement the captain quarters looked<em> really </em>nice.