Arkady strode through the door, lost in thought and listening to an interesting take on an ancient children's rhyme on a pair of headphones attached to his datapad. He looked up from it long enough to find a table and sit down, before resuming muttering about the poor quality of Xeno replacement parts. With a hand, he signalled a barmaid for a drink as he continued typing. Much more of this, and I'll just start shooting maintenance crew that don't do their jobs! Honestly, putting the thruster on a turret mount?! My fighter could've blown itself up!