<div align="center"><strong>-= Simeon Gaorong - Wearing his professional face - disembarking The Gamble =-</strong></div><br/>Given the nature of this particular rendezvous the Alliance uniform was perhaps not the most diplomatic choice in attire, but Si didn't change following his kitchen visit. Aside from leaving the apron behind, of course. He'd just finished his final weapon checks when the captain made clear it was time for touchdown on foot. At Griff's statement of intent the older man simply fell into step behind and to his right. With his Mauler in hand and his Peacekeeper visible at his hip the veteran was not looking his most diplomatic this mid-morning, but then, this was not intended to be a diplomatic mission, nor would that be his role in it. Sometimes a silent sign of discouragement toward violence was all that was needed. This seemed like one of those times. The message was clear: everything goes smoothly, everyone walks away happy. Things go not so smoothly? They were prepared for that, too.<br/><br/>It was dreadful unfortunate timing. Much as Si would like to offer assistance, they had neither the time nor, as it happened, the materiel to do so. With Hayes away attending to personal issues he could hardly assure the Shayu's crew of their ability to help, given the woman's replacement was neither familiar nor tested as yet, and his own knowledge of engineering was hardly sufficient to conceive of ways to work around missing entire pieces of an engine. Captain McGill had his sympathies, but it was all he had to give her. As such he remained silent; sharing a sympathetic moment wouldn't really help anyone and might present them as softer than Griff would prefer. He kept his mouth shut and, once it seemed things were progressing as planned, shouldered his weapon to assist in moving the cargo. More hands helping meant less time spent working and faster departure, something that was in the best interests of everyone involved one would hope.