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[Corvetta Salvo]

The navigator was happy to hear that he liked her name. In spite of all the first impression stuff, Graxin seemed like a really pleasant guy and his name was interesting enough as well. "That's neat. Traditional is really in style nowadays," she acknowledged, even while mentally concentrating on inventing a nickname for him. She was having a tough time.

He was producing quite the clamor in the kitchen, and Corvetta was anticipating seeing these food cube things of his. She heard a crash from the room and went to take a peek, curious as to just how much equipment he needed to fix his special cuisine, what with all the clanging and banging. She was about to ask him if he needed help when he notified her of his impending departure and gave her instructions.

"You got it," Salvo saluted. It was a little anticlimactic to have to return to work now, but there was at least the consolation in knowing that she would have friendly company this trip.

"Oh," she interjected, a thought crossing her mind. "What's your Ee-Tee-Ay? So I know when to look for bodies. Not that you're gonna die or anything..."

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

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"That's one way of putting it." Graxin replied, voice strained as he did his very best to rearrange the pots.

They know I can't use these. Why did they even outfit the ship with them?

He groaned to himself as he carried on with his work. It was all very mundane compared to what would happen in the coming hours. With a sigh, he slammed the cupboard closed. "Great, I'll be heading out in a minute."

He pushed up to his feet, and made his way toward his private quarters. Everything was where it should have been. The bed was untouched, as was the pile of equipment spread across it. He strapped the leather sheathe of a vibrosword to his back; under his jacket to hide it from sight. A DL compact rifle was slipped into the straps within his jacket, along with a a small military knife. Just in case.

"My what?" He called back, exiting the room to meet Corvetta back in the rec room. "Oh, that. Two hours, two and half tops. I shouldn't be too long." The man shrugged, his expression neutral.

He wanted to look like he was all together in this girl's eyes. It helped keep up appearances, and it simply pleased him. Being ignorant of important terms, even if only for a moment, always helped with embarrassing him. Thankfully, it rarely showed.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. Dying wasn't on my list of things to do anyway." A joking tone invaded his voice, though there was a faintly disturbing truth to his words.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"]

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

Corvetta nodded as Graxin supplied an approximated time for her to pick him up. "Two and a half," she repeated. Less time than she had expected, indicating that his destination was not too far into the forest. Also not much time for him to receive 'orders' or whatever to determine his exit route. She would need to set up navigation for a default track just shy of the Boz Pity system.

Starting for the engine room, she halted abreast of her employer and bopped him on the shoulder in a chummy fashion, then peered into his eyes. "You keep it tight out there. Got it?" She gave a lopsided smile and held her thumbs up confidently. "Then we'll dump this place and... eat some of those cubes."

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"I'll do my best." Graxin huffed a quiet laugh at her little display. Corvetta was so very....chummy. Not in a bad way, of course, simply different from what he was used to. Perhaps if this went well, he would hire her on for further service. "I should be okay, I'm not expecting much."

He tilted his head down and met her gaze; allowing himself a small smile.
"I'm not sure how much you'll like the cubes, but you can certainly give then a try." He suppressed a giggle. The cubes were completely and utterly disgusting to the majority of people. Graxin had the luxury of being used to them. "It'll be fun."

He turned partway and readied to pass her by; stopping for just a moment to speak. "I'm serious about the cubes. You're gonna try one." He winked down at her--Graxin was slowly picking up the social nuances-- and made off for the gangplank.

He thought it would be a quiet operation. How wrong he was.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"]