-- protective. .
Well that and the thick jacket on top.
"Now you're getting me looking forward to something, that's unusual enough in the salvage unit I must say ~."
"Ah ah, sorry, had to tease you a little bit. I'll be sure not to get out of there with nothing but my underwear, or whatever they'd let someone leave in with that kind of debt ~."
A light chuckle, he didn't mind it too much. Mostly thanks to the suit being deceptively --
"Of course they have good drinks! This is Canopus we are talking about. You know everything is good and great."
Serenity rather quickly punched him in the arm, before pouting a bit. Though as fate brought it a line would form which led her to sigh.
"Well guess we are waiting-
-- his usual curtain of wariness slowly fading away for a bit, albeit perhaps more becoming something of a backdrop in itself.
"If it's not that common, bet they got good drinks then ~."
A pause, thinking.
Well after all . . He surely has enough good will with the watchers.
"You know what? Fair point. It's mostly acting as a glorified forklift lately anyways.
Must be my worry wart side ~."
A light chuckle as they got closer and closer to the dropship, --
"Yup repressed dropships, to be more exact the really big ones. Plus there is always more then one. Not to mention most of the time they stay hooked to the jumpship but this one needed to land for a repair so we are taking it up."
Serenity states, before frowning a bit at what-
-- after all, a good way to keep the willing masquerade for the sake of a sanity break from the grind of being between the ever crushing machineries of human but not so humane warfare.
"You? Anything you'd like to have for yourself as well?"
"Wait, sh-. Ahem."
A pause, pretending to adjust an invisible costume for the sake of amusement.
"I've had the lazy reproduction stuff . . But I guess having the fancy version would be a nice feeling to know, right?"
Chuckling along, being called out like that was fine --
The need to keep up appearances, the fear of stepping on someone's toesβof saying the wrong thing, to the wrong officer, when they conveniently woke up on the wrong side of th bedβearning a red handprint to the face.
They should do away with all of that.
And yet, Melissa +
"Repurposed dropship? Or it is just a part of it?"
Work mag boots, a bit heavier sounding, hastened their pace after the fellow pilot.
"As long as it's within reason, don't fancy piloting with a hangover.
Wouldn't be the end of the world thought, what would you pick ~?"
@MACHINlSM (( I still adore the vector cannon effect, had bumped into the mission years ago and I loved it so much I remember it <3
Also god, did play the mecha mod for Starsector, and the music they got in it for its set pieces missions are greaaaat β¨))
-- supervision from the oh so annoying officers in the salvage unit.
Less quotas, more libertas.
Following after the mechanic, his usually stoic demeanor, his guard lowered for a look of genuine curiosity.
"It almost feels odd not hearing the motor whirring with each steps. .
Guess I've been out for too long. Wonder if they got good pasta or something like that!"
A rare smile showed itself, after all, an outing without hierarchy involved meant doing without the shackles of --
"Attaboy."
The gesture is funny, but she gets itβwhen you spend months aboard a ship droning on and off, incorporating back into normalcy feels downright impossible.
Melissa mimics him. Inhale, exhaleβand after a long time, she allows herself to be nothing more than a woman.
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