<div align="center"><strong>-=Bridget Hayes; still back-chatting Griff in the Engine room through to locker corridor - en route to Persephone=-</strong></div><br/>A less than impressed Hayes was soon following after Griff down the corridor, leaving a trail of tell-tale smoke behind her. Any other day and she might have found some form of amusement in the captain's feigned stupidity, but she was sick and tired of him not realising just how bad the situation was. “<em>Catalyzer</em>,” she emphasised promptly, her correctional tone full of dull monotone. Yet it was followed by the roll of her eyes as she used a far more colourful method of cursing the captain's stupidity. It was all affectionately done though, despite the elevation of gravelled voice making no apologies for her brewing aggravation. “<em>Wong Ba Duhn</em>- I ain't tellin' you again Griff.”<br/><br/>Hayes didn't need to justify the other question with an answer. Of course she could fix it, and she knew that he knew she could. She had, after all, fixed the ship while it was stranded on Whitefall. The previous engineer had called it 'all-fired broken'. She'd not only proved him wrong, but also taken his unwanted job while she was at it too. “An' if you ask me, t'would make a whole lot more sense if you'd quit bein' so ornery over them credits, an' jus' let me get the darn thing.” Pausing only to take a drag, she concluded with a slightly more calmed huff. Whether he paid attention or not was a whole other can of worms. Ever since she'd interpreted 'getting supplies' as actually buying a load of cigs and booze, Griff had made a point of not trusting her with anymore credits. Didn't hurt to try though...<br/><br/>“Jus' sayin' s'all.”<br/><br/>At least the Sihnon stench didn't bother her so much; growing up on a farm trained her nose against manure and other such common smells. Someone really needed to clean it up though, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be her purely on principle. Being compared to a janitor rubbed her the wrong way, and so being asked to fix the public shower already caused enough of a<em>Gun Kai</em>backlash. She supposed Griff was just saving up the job as some sort of punishment, or might just offer drawing straws as the equal solution. Even if she drew the short straw, she still wouldn't do it.<br/><br/>Pausing in her step in tune with Griff, Hayes leaned her un-bruised hip against the lockers and crossed one arm under her bust while the other bent elbow kept her cigarette well poised. Respectable woman of character and class? “Hah!” She had to snort at that, even to the point of almost choking on her next drag. “In a pig's eye.” Given her lack of a chance to  respond properly, she merely muttered dryly in the background while Griff spoke to MeiMei. Clearly not trusting the young pilot to be delicate on the engine, she rebuked the clear sarcasm with a shot of something far more serious and rhetorical. Though not without first snubbing out her cig butt on the nearest wall; a gesture of her meaning business.<br/><br/>“Heh, she's right Griff. Twenty percent's a peck too far.” No doubt they could still hear her over the intercom, but just to be sure, she snatched the handset off Griff, and spoke firmly into it as if already pre-emptively scolding a pair of teens. “Y'all better make it a square nineteen an' not a smidgen more y'hear.”<br/><br/>Holding the handset back out to Griff, Hayes slotted the half-stick in her chest pocket to finish off later, and settled her steeled gaze on the captain once more as if to say 'you done?'<br/><br/><br/><hr/>Wong Ba Duhn = Son of a Bitch<br/>Gun Kai = Fuck off<br/><hr/>