The docking bay.

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Andrew only blinked some as he looked behind him at the odd rogue blaming Ashes for something and shrugged, murmuring something about molly ale.

May be one, lass, but it would be something I will be glad I have if something bad happens..not to mention if someone screws up, they will be flying this thing for at least a weak...

He added the last part with a slight chuckle and looked around.

It is not that i need help...time is what I need, believe me, i would rather be out there with the rest of the rogues, some action there, only action in here is if I find some idiot used the wrong bolt...

He shook his head and then sat down against the ship once more and yawed silently and sighed, looking at the mess, slumping a little as he remembered that he would be the one cleaning the mess up after all. The man took his time and looked around the Barghest and smirked.

Nothing much is keeping me from repairing the ship, except the lack of enthusiasm and time...Still need to keep an eye on the recent rogue destroyer that left Cassini not a day ago...hmmm.

Andrew couldn't help but to yawn again as he really was tired, so tired he slept in the docks, rather than in his quarters. The last week was a rather lovely pile of mess for him and it only got even more complicated, when Silpheed had taken off god knows where.

Have yet to get out from this room...i need a good flight..and a drink