The Var:jo was difficult to explain. He’d mentioned that, and despite Kreska’s affirmation of understanding, Camdis severely doubted he had done a decent job of it. “Well, yes, we tried very hard to not explode.” His response sounded somewhat distracted, and he didn’t offer any extra information. Cady was sending him rapid and furious scripts that he was barely keeping up with by splitting his attention. It would do her well to calm down, before she burned herself out on her anger alone. He silently sent that very response back to her and her pings stopped at once. When he looked over at her, she was glaring at him.
“You are very nice to talk to,” Camdis agreed, as an afterthought he nodded to Rocket. “Not that you are not also lovely to talk to Ms. Winchcombe.”
Rocket snort-laughed a response, mostly too busy with what she was doing to even think to be offended. Blinking in surprise she backed up when Kreska was suddenly in her personal space. Swallowing hard, she lifted her arm to allow the Jobari to pass under the cord that was extended from it to the panel. Fingers hovered over her tablet as she momentarily forgot that she was in the middle of something as she watched Kreska move around the engine room.
The mechanic and the AIs exchanged curious glances. Camdis only shrugged even though a question hadn’t been posed to him. The mechanics of the ship were not his area of expertise. He looked to Cady, but she was too busy glaring daggers into the back of Kreska’s head to help him out.
Rocket removed her wiring from the panel and it disappeared back into the metal of her arm. Kreska was probably doing something interesting, but she was mostly distracted by the line of green skin revealed by her stretching. In the future, she would suggest that Kreska leave an outfit here, for emergencies. Future Rocket Can Not Deal Emergencies. She was definitely sure she had never heard Kreska giggle. Not sober, anyway and certainly not like that.
The trio listened to Kreska in a sort of stunned silence. Camdis and Rocket failed to keep the shock off of their faces. Cady pretended to be busy doing something other than paying attention to Kreska. “How- how d’you know tha?” Rocket asked. She didn’t know that, but she would not admit to wounded pride. “Tha’s amazin’. Camdis d’you know?”
“I did not,” he admitted, still watching Kreska. He was looking at her, but didn’t seem to be seeing her. Internal processes at work, multitasking. Searching for something. “Impressive.”
Rocket laughed, shaking her head as she crossed the engine room to finish her diagnostics. “Yer always-” Her compliment was cut short by Kreska’s snap. The room stilled as she dropped a name. Even Cady stopped what she was doing and for a moment the only sound was the hum of the engines.
Camdis found what he was looking for. He didn’t quite frown, but his expression was not as pleased at it had been before. “Ms. Winchcombe.” The words were clipped, an order before he had given one. Rocket, aware of the severity of what had just happened seemed to snap to attention.
“Would you kindly excuse us, and escort yourselves off of the ship?”
“C’mon Kres, les’go.” Tucking her tablet under her arm, she waved a hand for Kreska to follow her, back out of the engine room and off of the ship entirely. Once on the flight deck, the doors to the Var:jo closed behind them without any prompting from the mechanic. “Well, tha was fun, yeh?” Rocket ruffled her dreads with her fleshed hand. ‘Letsee if yer clothes ‘er dry.”
“You are very nice to talk to,” Camdis agreed, as an afterthought he nodded to Rocket. “Not that you are not also lovely to talk to Ms. Winchcombe.”
Rocket snort-laughed a response, mostly too busy with what she was doing to even think to be offended. Blinking in surprise she backed up when Kreska was suddenly in her personal space. Swallowing hard, she lifted her arm to allow the Jobari to pass under the cord that was extended from it to the panel. Fingers hovered over her tablet as she momentarily forgot that she was in the middle of something as she watched Kreska move around the engine room.
The mechanic and the AIs exchanged curious glances. Camdis only shrugged even though a question hadn’t been posed to him. The mechanics of the ship were not his area of expertise. He looked to Cady, but she was too busy glaring daggers into the back of Kreska’s head to help him out.
Rocket removed her wiring from the panel and it disappeared back into the metal of her arm. Kreska was probably doing something interesting, but she was mostly distracted by the line of green skin revealed by her stretching. In the future, she would suggest that Kreska leave an outfit here, for emergencies. Future Rocket Can Not Deal Emergencies. She was definitely sure she had never heard Kreska giggle. Not sober, anyway and certainly not like that.
The trio listened to Kreska in a sort of stunned silence. Camdis and Rocket failed to keep the shock off of their faces. Cady pretended to be busy doing something other than paying attention to Kreska. “How- how d’you know tha?” Rocket asked. She didn’t know that, but she would not admit to wounded pride. “Tha’s amazin’. Camdis d’you know?”
“I did not,” he admitted, still watching Kreska. He was looking at her, but didn’t seem to be seeing her. Internal processes at work, multitasking. Searching for something. “Impressive.”
Rocket laughed, shaking her head as she crossed the engine room to finish her diagnostics. “Yer always-” Her compliment was cut short by Kreska’s snap. The room stilled as she dropped a name. Even Cady stopped what she was doing and for a moment the only sound was the hum of the engines.
Camdis found what he was looking for. He didn’t quite frown, but his expression was not as pleased at it had been before. “Ms. Winchcombe.” The words were clipped, an order before he had given one. Rocket, aware of the severity of what had just happened seemed to snap to attention.
“Would you kindly excuse us, and escort yourselves off of the ship?”
“C’mon Kres, les’go.” Tucking her tablet under her arm, she waved a hand for Kreska to follow her, back out of the engine room and off of the ship entirely. Once on the flight deck, the doors to the Var:jo closed behind them without any prompting from the mechanic. “Well, tha was fun, yeh?” Rocket ruffled her dreads with her fleshed hand. ‘Letsee if yer clothes ‘er dry.”
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