[and as promised, he'll show up after making his way over! he's dressed in his limbus uniform, coat over one shoulder, an unlit cigarette in his mouth-- he isn't an asshole, he's not smoking around the mess hall, but having it there is something familiar.]
Reporting in. [he says lightly, not saluting so much as giving them a sharp little wave.] You were the Medical one, right? Hope you don't mind if I have a couple questions while we work.
[ gregor this is such a fucking Look wow. io is just here standing beside a hover pallet that has eudora-emblazoned crates of fresh produce. when they see him, they give a wave in return, the little heart monitor blipping calmly over their visor as usual. ]
Yeah, [ the medical one works ] Chief Medical Officer, here for your aches and pains and what not. No problem 'bout that - ask what you want.
[ with a gesture, they will show gregor the way to the galley, nudging the hover pallet with their foot and unlocking the door with a pass of their hand. the galley is fairly spacious, with what looks to be top of the line stuff. a stove, a massive fridge, a cryo freezer, a prep island, and dozens of cabinets and counter space. come on in. ]
[following right along! he's good at that. his vibes remain pretty calm, along the way, though they flicker with a little discomfort when he speaks up again.]
Seemed like you probably know plenty about us, what with all the data on the pods when we woke up. Are you familiar with...?
The majority of our work does not require that you are armed, though we will supply any tools that you may need should self-defense and defense of the crew be required.
But good to hear that it is not painful. Last thing I would want while we're stuck without the medbay this week.
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[and as promised, he'll show up after making his way over! he's dressed in his limbus uniform, coat over one shoulder, an unlit cigarette in his mouth-- he isn't an asshole, he's not smoking around the mess hall, but having it there is something familiar.]
Reporting in. [he says lightly, not saluting so much as giving them a sharp little wave.] You were the Medical one, right? Hope you don't mind if I have a couple questions while we work.
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Yeah, [ the medical one works ] Chief Medical Officer, here for your aches and pains and what not. No problem 'bout that - ask what you want.
[ with a gesture, they will show gregor the way to the galley, nudging the hover pallet with their foot and unlocking the door with a pass of their hand. the galley is fairly spacious, with what looks to be top of the line stuff. a stove, a massive fridge, a cryo freezer, a prep island, and dozens of cabinets and counter space. come on in. ]
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Seemed like you probably know plenty about us, what with all the data on the pods when we woke up. Are you familiar with...?
[he gestures with his bug arm.]
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Only what we were sent from your profiles. Nothing more, nothing less. [ though they then are glancing at the gesture and their helmet dims a bit ]
I'll say it's a first for me. But I am willing to learn about your arm, as it is part of making sure you're taken care of.
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[not that he minds, necessarily.]
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[ please keep your bug arm, sir. ]
Is it feeling alright with the changes?
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But good to hear that it is not painful. Last thing I would want while we're stuck without the medbay this week.
Are you a well-practiced combatant?
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[he's just working while they talk, for the record, occasionally pausing to heft a container.]
I've never really used weapons that aren't this thing, though. At least, none I could use as well now.