The blonde woman gave Nova a grin.  "Well, ma'am, you've certainly had a very interesting life.  That first career exchange is interesting.  If I ask how it happened, will you be insulted?  And more, will you tell me?"<br/><br/>She accepted the ammo, marking it and entering the data into her tablet, then handing Nova a chit back for what she'd stored.  The items went into a tray that sat in a tote bin next to the Chief, and then the tray into a slot in a large automated storage device that seemed to take up some of the back wall of the Armory.  "And the gentle part is reassuring, Nova."  The armory specialist let the name come rolling off her tongue in a slightly lower tone than the rest of the sentence, which was, in some small way, meant to be as coy as the wink she'd gotten.  Then, she snagged a paper map, and held it out to Nova.  "Sure.  I was just using these to mark up some non-armory weapon storage locations.  There are a few lockers here and there that have sidearms or the like."<br/><br/>The chief chuckled at the question about her background.  "Oh, nothing as interesting as you, I'm sure.  Just a farmgirl from a backwater planet.  Grew up with all brothers and tractors and hover pickups and 'varmit' guns."  She pointed at a green and yellow baseball cap (with some kind of animal insignia over the bill) hanging from a small hook on the board over one workbench.  "I even have the proof.  The local tractor dealer gave me that."  She turned back to the other woman and continued.  "Joined the planetary defense force, then after a term with them, joined the navy and they got one look at how I well I knew firearms, and here I was, handing out guns to groundpounders.  Got out after a couple of more terms to live the life of a mercenary--you know, a girl or guy in every port, sleeping on bags of gold, going to exotic worlds and committing mayhem on the residents..."