Gles
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Engineering
Molli put on the veneer of a satisfied leader once she and the rest of the neko finished their repairs to the best of their abilities, but she'd have been lying if she thought the work was satisfactory. Their work would keep the ship functional, but it was a slapdash repair that wasn't guaranteed to hold up. Molli could imagine the face of her father, his walrus-like mustache bristling at the notion that his daughter approved of sub-par work by his standards. Pop-pop, she didn't realize how much she missed him until now, to the point where she had to hold in the urge to shed a tear at the thought of him all alone in his shop.
Sif's question, a welcome distraction from Molli's troubled thoughts, made the neko stare down at Sif's tiny little friend, for lack of a better term. The parasite was undoubtedly sentient and keenly aware of their words, and maybe it could even read their expressions for signs of insincerity. "I think we should do our best to exceed expectations, lest we become host to it and its kin," she said, which wasn't entirely a lie; if they were outed as spies and weren't gunned down, there was a good chance they'd feel parasites crawling beneath their skin.
'Don't tell me you think that thing's cute,' Molli projected into Sif's mind, and even her mental voice sounded exasperated, It probably thinks we're food.' Her stance, it seemed, was one of reluctance to entertain the notion that this thing was a friend. 'Even if it liked us, what's one little bug gonna do?'
Molli put on the veneer of a satisfied leader once she and the rest of the neko finished their repairs to the best of their abilities, but she'd have been lying if she thought the work was satisfactory. Their work would keep the ship functional, but it was a slapdash repair that wasn't guaranteed to hold up. Molli could imagine the face of her father, his walrus-like mustache bristling at the notion that his daughter approved of sub-par work by his standards. Pop-pop, she didn't realize how much she missed him until now, to the point where she had to hold in the urge to shed a tear at the thought of him all alone in his shop.
Sif's question, a welcome distraction from Molli's troubled thoughts, made the neko stare down at Sif's tiny little friend, for lack of a better term. The parasite was undoubtedly sentient and keenly aware of their words, and maybe it could even read their expressions for signs of insincerity. "I think we should do our best to exceed expectations, lest we become host to it and its kin," she said, which wasn't entirely a lie; if they were outed as spies and weren't gunned down, there was a good chance they'd feel parasites crawling beneath their skin.
'Don't tell me you think that thing's cute,' Molli projected into Sif's mind, and even her mental voice sounded exasperated, It probably thinks we're food.' Her stance, it seemed, was one of reluctance to entertain the notion that this thing was a friend. 'Even if it liked us, what's one little bug gonna do?'