Kicking off the Dust

[Rory Naasade]

"Oh, well," her hands shifted behind her back absently, not really noticing she was doing it. "Wasn't sure so I figured, hey, I'm in someone else's house so I should respect it, ya know? And no it was really clean. Like, REALLY clean. So I just...."

She shrugged, trailing off. Which was a first.

"I'm an okay shot," she said, changing the subject. "But never really got a chance to train on purpose. So that'll be good, I probably have a lot I can improve- y i k e s it's hot in here. Does it get worse when we're in the air? Or about the same? I wonder if-"

Rory continued on in a long line of technical babble. About a third of it was intelligible to the average person, and that was mostly the filler words. She started walking around, squinting at this or that, talking over her shoulder as she did.

"I'll check in the engine room," she finished up with. "But I bet I can make this way less unbearable, holy moly- oh hey the work bench!"

Wandering over, she started to look over it, checking in drawers, obviously thrilled. Truth? It was a pretty average array. But Rory had spent most of her life using broken, rusted or out right the wrong tool for a job because it was what she had, so this was like Life Day.

[member="Varlo Shysa"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Rory Naasade"]

First time the stony expression broke into something that was smug at the mention of the bathroom being very clean.

Definitely something Varlo was proud of and didn't bother masking.

"You're good. First time I had my own..." A shrug followed where he didn't fill the understanding between them, because yeah, Varlo got it. Got it perfectly. When you spend the entire life you had in the Outer Rim stuff like your own toilet, own bathroom? That was special and even though he slowly gotten used to it? That didn't mean he had forgotten the years of not having.

But they didn't need to get into that to understand one another as far as Varlo was concerned.

"Worse, yeah, engines working overtime." He slowly gathered up some scrap and metal of the floor, placing them around where they seemed to make more sense. Which probably wasn't the optimal places, but... made it less messy.

It made his teeth itch otherwise.

"Call when you want to clock hours, I will get you up to speed." Would be fun to give someone some training. A nod followed when she mentioned the engine room, before she suddenly switched gears towards the workbench next to them. Maybe it was just the novel of the moment or maybe this was just Rory- Varlo didn't know yet, would be interesting to find out. But she seemed quite fascinated by it.

Varlo didn't get it.

Just some tools (quality though) and a table.

"Feel free with the engines, we have a maintenance droid there, but you will be on point for it."

 

[Rory Naasade]

"That'd be great, thanks!"

Her attention was on the bench and the tools there, checking out everything, but she had no problem carrying on the conversation with him while she did. In truth, there was always at least a portion of her attention on events around her at any given time. Pouring all of your attention into one thing left you vulnerable. She didn't even think about it anymore.

"Yeah well, maintenance droids are good for maintenance," she said, emphasizing the last word in a way that made it clear just what she thought of merely that. "And whatever normal repairs they've been programmed with I guess. But this isn't a typical problem. Stuffs not venting right, which we can do something about but it won't be a 'remove x broken piece and replace it with y', ya dig?"

She leaned over, rummaging around till she found a particular sized socket.

"Wicked, don't have to keep using the one I padded," she said mostly to herself, then plopped her butt right down there on the floor. Rolling the right leg of her cargo pants up, she started fiddling with a contraption that encircled her knee and calf like a cage.

"When I made this I only had one size bolts," she explained, not that he asked. "And a different sized socket. This is gonna be great. Anyway, yeah, the droids do what they can, but I bet I can make it a lot more bearable in here."

[member="Varlo Shysa"]

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Rory Naasade"]

Varlo didn't know much about droids.

Or maintaining engines or ships or anything else. If it was more complicated than cleaning out a rifle or unclogging a toilet than it was honestly beyond Varlo. But he didn't really mind that- he had his own strengths and that was okay. Honestly though Rory was a little bit... exhausting. Not in a bad way- kind, forward and honest, a 'bubbly' presence if Varlo had ever seen one.

But also all over the place.

It was making his headache only increase, the meds weren't Rory-grade it seemed. "Yeah, well- they are all yours, Rory, knock yourself out." He pushed himself off the wall and stretched a bit.

Some bones popped.

"Gonna go to the range, engine's been heating this place up for two weeks, it can wait for you to explore a bit."

"Let me know when you are done."

He needed a break too, maybe firing his guns would help.