--Engineering--
Crowe and Lorena watched the strange woman leave their station with confused looks on their face.
"Skies was that about." Lorena just stared at the bulkhead she had exited through. It had been a bizarre moment in a sea of bizarre moments that she affectionately called My Entire Life as Written by Lorena Margret Henley.
Crowe shook his head, "I've encountered my fair share of strange people aboard airships. Airmen and woman tend to be the strangest people you'll ever meet."
"Don't we know it." She shifted her spanner and tightened an interlocking seal on a segment of piping. "Think that worked?"
Crowe checked panel next to the pipes, eying the gauges as they... didn't change whatsoever. Crowe sighed, "Really hoping we can find the issue here in engineering." He stroked his beard in thought. "What haven't we checked?"
Lorena pulled her engineering notebook and flipped to the marked page. "We've just checked the water intakes from the condensers top deck, doesn't appear to be an overflow issue so we can rule out the reservoir as well. Could be an issue with waste disposal and composting, lots of food scraps gumming up the system at a key junction..."
Her voice trailed off as she thought about the implications. The system would not backup, it was designed to prevent material from returning to it's origin point, and it was a well designed system as well, but with the events of last night it's possible something had gotten into the system and causing issues all over the ship. She was really wishing Hank was here, with her arrival the actual experienced members of engineering decided to split up and deal with the issues the ship was facing, Hank was leading the rest of her team in assisting with the last of the major damage over in the hanger while the others were dealing with damage around engineering. Leaving Crowe and her to deal with whatever issue cropped up during normal ship operations.
Crowe sighed and pulled out a pair of long rubber work gloves and put them on, then he pulled out a second pair and held them out to her.
"Work gloves?"
She took them from him and began putting them on. "Work gloves."
--Hanger Bay--
While the group was standing around and either chatting or eating, they had all failed to notice the small device that was sitting in Antonio's lap. Then it suddenly beeped, on queue it released a white cloud of foam that snaked its way up to envelop the sandwich in his hand. Antonio simply stared at it blankly before a look of despair came over him.
"Oh, my sandwich."
The rest of the group promptly burst into laughter, Marie simply rolling her eyes and Kei giving a light chuckle at the expense of her colleague.
Eventually they all quieted down, moving to tasks in their general area, Davis was busy rearranging tools in the various toolboxes while Kei was talking to Courage and... the woman who seemed to look at Antonio, Farris, and He with annoyed glances. That was until a rather unusual figure entered their maintenance bay and began circling about the craft under maintenance before settling on Kei's.
"He seems... interested," Antonio starts.
"Is that the guy you two spotted stranded in the desert?" Asks Farris towards Davis and Antonio.
"Well it's one of them." Antonio sighed, arms crossed.
They all heard a metallic thud, heads turning as Emil started climbing onto the plane.
"I don't know who he is but if he breaks anything on that bird" Marie says in a low growl as she eyes the man, "Took almost the whole morning replaced by the armor. "
"Oi man! Yes, you there! Whose plane is this?", Emil yells to one of the many in the space.
"It's mine," Kei calls out and walks toward her craft, "And you are?" She asks stopping in front of the propeller.
"I, am Emil Ansager, Lord of the Baronies, Champion and Protector of Cainhurst, master swordsman..."
Kei gave him an incredibly unimpressed look, one Davis echoed from his spot next Farris and Antonio.
"I'm just an eccentric nobleman who likes to wander in these gods forsaken lands. I saw this air fighter, and I am impressed by it, as it is a very rare event to see outside of Anvala such a plane design!"
Then he patted in the cockpit.
"Is there any spare plane that I could take for a ride?"
Davis really wanted to sigh, Please go away. He pointed off to the far corner to the rather convenient 5th craft they had on hand, well, technically it was the 6th but no one dared touch the Seeker at this time.
"Hey did he say,"
"Eccentric Baronies nobleman?"
Davis stopped to stare at the twins and Davis decided that, no, he would not be surprised if the three of them were somehow related.
--Bridge--
Reagan Herself ignored the exchange between the three but offered her greetings anyway.
"Frey, Carn." She nodded at the two of them before addressing the newcomer.
"And I suppose you're one of our guests." She gave her a light bow, "Captain Morgan, at your service."
--Somewhere on the Ship--
Amelia and Juliet ended up wandering the ship together, running into Mr. Crowe and Lorena who looked as if something had burned down the ship, resigned to their fate and rather annoyed at that, the two of them said hello before storming off with a map of the ship's plumbing systems.
"So Amelia," eventually in their explorations Belle decided to voice an idea, pointing at the two weapons the younger (comparitively) woman had on her person, the carbine slung across her back and the smg which down at her side. Honestly Belle had to admit, the girl was kind of adorable with that look, squid thing not withstanding, compensating for her rather feminine features with weaponry that wouldn't look out of place in the middle of the various border skirmishes the numerous factions often got into.
"Yes Ms. Belle?" She tilted her to the side as the two of them rounded a corner.
"You want to go shoot something on top deck?"
Amelia stopped to think for a second. "Alright."
