<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/PantoranChi.png)</div>Lyn's babbling questions draw a smile and nod from Chi, a hand coming up and forming a fist before dropping back to her side. "Hard not to rely on ones own body when you spend a lot of time in tight spaces where you can barely move in the first place let alone use any sort of weapon." She gives a slow nod of her head as she rocks back and forth on her heels. "Explosions can be neat. Lots of gear needed for safety sake though. And above all don't watch unless you've a high grade visor on."  Rocking back on her heels she hums lightly, a hand coming up to straighten her exercise garb even as she glances down at her body. "Mainly a mechanic hence sometimes. As for Archivist... Librarian might be a term you know? But the Archives have more then books and in fact is called Archive instead of library so..." She grins at Lyn again before being distracted by the others.<br/><br/>The shuffling as Zilam wraps his robes about him once more, teeth worrying her lower lip as his words fill the air. "That might work. I mean lots of the books have setups like that. And not often but sometimes you've gotta force parts to meet in the middle to work." She pauses there, thumbtip once more between her lips. "Should we really be blasting though? I mean they're probably up to something really bad but aren't we supposed to find out what that bad is?"<br/><br/>She rocks on her heels chewing on the tip of her thumb before jerking up and facing Vex, cheeks turning purple. "What? Oh. We could probably rig up a short. Do it right and can make it look like somethings chewing on the wires so we'd need time to cleanse the pests before we could get the ship fully running. Lots of things like munching on ships so plenty to blame it on. And since it's not actually an animal just patch a set of wires or even just plug 'em back in and whomp off the ship goes."<br/><br/>Fingers drum against her thigh as she rocks and even paces back and forth slightly, low mutters of ways to temporarily disable ships drifting from her. Pausing she twists to shake her head at the Handler. "Doesn't need to be cash. Bit of a... what's it called. Back scratching? Maybe do some repairs for a lay of the land type deal. Places nearby to avoid or people good at getting things for ya type stuff?" Her eyes widen at the mention of black market ship mods and she leans in. "Ohhh. Those could be neat. I've never really gotten to fiddle with ships. Can rig the engine if you want to save the parts for another time though."<br/><br/>Lyn's excited words drifting by again has her pausing, head tilting as she listens before she focuses on the handler's reply to the Twi'lek's spray of questions.<br/><br/>