<em>"He is very talkative, isn't he..."</em>Zal would yawn, if she could.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"Don't worry, we can handle ourselves in case of so called "sexual harrasment" of such kind."</em>Meg accepted the pad from captain's hands and examined it all around, poked a few times on buttons here and there.<br/><em>"Remember how YOU broke that poor guy's hand though..?"</em>Meg could almost feel Zal's "implied" pat on the shoulder.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"So unless he will try to actually touch us - we'll do just fine with this kind of "harrassment". That is not a problem."</em>Meg put away the pad into a pocked on the inner side of the jacket. While doing that, she obviously "flashed" one of her guns and daggers hanging in the holster under jacket.<br/><br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"So far, everything is perfectly fine. You have a nice ship, captain. I don't think we have any questions so far. If you do have questions yourself though - you are free to ask and we'll answer. You're the captain after all... After that we'll go meet your mechanic."</em>Meg gestured towards the exit from the bridge.<br/><em>"Ask him if he always talks weir~"</em>Zal whispered, but got interrupted.<br/><em>"Rude."</em>