Aldritch smirked.<strong>"Not yer deparment, eh?  Well if yer fine enough ta work on all those other parts of the ship I'm sure you'll adapt pretty quick.  S'long as ye got a mind fer the unorthodox."  </strong>She winked smartly at him, though the lack of two eyes made it difficult to register.<strong> "As fer the hydraulics, well...  Dun always believe what ye see on the outside, eh?"</strong>Not that scans would pick up anything<em>but</em>the outside.  There seemed to be some odd interference when one attempted interior scans, as if the suit were laced with some strange material.<br/><br/><strong>"Anyway, if we're ready 'n rearin' ta go I think I'll start me rounds about the ship.  Gotta git a feel fer the lay 'o the land, find the best ambush spots, cover, what have ye.  M'sure with a ship this size we'll have some creativity with traps.  That'll be where ye come in, iffin' yer up fer it,"</strong>she added, jerking a thumb towards Torven.<strong>"I kin build well enough, but I dun wanna mess up the ship's systems by shiftin' the wrong shit around."</strong><br/><br/>With that said she nodded briefly to the Captain and strode purposefully towards the boarding tube, quickly outpacing the others and just barely managing to duck inside without scraping a chunk out of the doorway with her mace.  As all her necessities were in her own ship, there was hardly a need to claim another bed.  She preferred the solitude.  That, and she could jack into the cargo ship's security systems from her own vessel and stage a counterattack against possible intruders from that point.  With the sort of armaments she was packing, leaving anything out in the open seemed far too risky.<br/><br/>The fingertips on Aldritch's suit retracted several inches to free her fingers to the open air, and as she went they brushed the walls almost reverently.  Taking in everything, missing nothing.  The helmet's visor retracted from the rest of the mask and slipped over her good eye, scanning every nook in cranny along her path.  As per her request, schematics had already been uploaded to make her job easier.  The mercenary had a knack for turning anything into a veritable fortress, from a massive cargo ship to a shipping container no bigger than an average living room.  In order to protect a ship, one had to<em>become</em>the ship.  Know it inside and out.  Breathe with it, feel its heartbeat, until "Home" became synonymous with "Self".<br/><br/>For now she steered well away from the Bridge, Med-Bay, and Crew Quarters.  Rather, she situated herself before what were by her reckoning the only available doors leading in and out of the main Cargo Bay, along with several ventilation shafts that could just barely fit someone half her size or so.  This was far from being the first ship she'd worked on, and more than once something had gone wrong during takeoff procedures.  Something the Captain had said had served as both a reminder and, in the mercenary's eyes, her first assignment.<br/><br/><em>'One or two are straightening out the gear on the ship and making sure we have air in the places that should and vacuum where there should be nothin'.'</em><br/><br/>Nothing being the key word.  For now there wasn't much reason to ventilate the main cargo bay until they had something big to haul, meaning it would be kept as cold and airless as the Void.  It was a safety procedure that also ensured no local wildlife on any hostile planets would manage to get very far into the ship past takeoff.  Or, for that matter, anything or any<em>one</em>else that might have come aboard.  Leaning just out of sight she would rest against the wall, arms crossed over her chest and eye roving back and forth over the hall.  Ready.<br/>