When the Shuttle Talon came into view, the men were notified by the harbor master that their secondary craft was coming in for hitch on. "Well, that break was short lived. Leave it to a woman to screw up the time schedule." Crash griped, hopping down off the crate and adjusting his coat.<br/><br/>"You are never going to cut her a break, are you?" Nero asked, the rest of the male member squad all rising and picking up their bags, while the first mate pressed the cargo bay door closed from a control panel on the adjacent wall.<br/><br/>"What's that supposed to mean?" Crash demanded, slipping his hands into his pockets, trailing just behind Nero as they stepped inside the hatchway to the halls of the Condor.<br/><br/>"It means you're being a dick more than usual. And contrary to what might be taken as a first meeting gone slightly wrong being the reason for your attitude towards Meg, I'm chalking it up to a bout of misplaced attraction." Nero explained as they navigated a pair of corners through the cafeteria.<br/><br/>"Misplaced attraction? What are you on about?" Graves snapped, removing his coat as they approached the command room, getting down to his usual pilot suit top.<br/><br/>"It means, you are attracted to her physical appearance, yet feel unequipped to be capable of earning any affections at all from the female specimen, thus generating a false front that symbolizes vanity and distaste for her in order to earn likewise attentions in return." Nero went on at length until Crash couldn't stand to hear anymore.<br/>"Would you just stop!! Hold on just a damn moment! Can't you just drop the whole sophisticated and experienced, confident ego and just come out and say what any of that shit means?" Graves demanded, hopping into his seat and firing up the main engines for take-off.<br/><br/>"Nero is saying you subconsciously want to have a sexual experience with the new enforcer but she doesn't like you and so you pretend to not like her in order to get that attention." Captain Mansteele explained from his large seat at the top of the small room in the back, flipping through a book casually, deeply entrenched in the story within. He hoped he could knock off a couple of chapters before dinner.<br/><br/>Crash slowly turned his head to the back, glaring at the captain in utter silence before looking to Nero, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, "Did I just get owned by Captain numbnuts?"<br/><br/>Nero rolled out his charts on the desk in front of him, setting up his work station with a wry smirk, "More like pwned, I believe the expression goes."<br/><br/>Graves shook his head and focused on getting the ship off the port and into the outer atmosphere, "Crazy. You're all fuckin' crazy. Me want her,<em>pfft</em>!"<br/><br/>Nero hung up his own long coat and left the room, going venturing through the halls to find Meg, and help her get settled in to her new ship. He reached the adjoining hatchway between the ships, tapping lightly on the door with a pair of his knuckles, a small light pleasant smile on his face. "Anyone home?"<br/><br/>