"'s only my ship by rank," Jeff says flatly, unpleasant memories of his last ship and crew coming to mind for a moment before he stiffles them, "but you're welcome to see what there is to see of her. We gen'rally do a pretty fair job keeping her together. Just don't expect Deacon to let you in on his trade secrets. He's a mite fussy 'bout those." The last part is said with a thin smile.<br/><br/>He looks up as the doctor graces them with his presence, his eyes flashing regarding the shooting planetside. "Just a little side business we're hopefully putting further behind us by the moment. Shouldn't interfere none with our current work."