At seeing her technical difficulties Vorandril smiled the smile of an entertained man. He was sitting rather lazily in his seat at first by slouching just a teeny bit, punctuated ny him holding a leg out so they could each see his boots, "Thanks. When Samantha's working on part of the ship she's not exactly the cleanest worker. I've come to value my toes since hiring her onboard. Hehe." With that he actually just relaxed his leg and let it stay pointed off to the side.
He sat up and then rested his elbows on the table after a short shrug. As he started, he'd fold his arms in front of himself, "Not much to say about the Nomads really. They seem to like keeping squads of their smaller craft all over the place around there. You can't go from Omicron 74 to planet Gammu without running into at least 6 of them. The good news is that they're about as dangerous as overgrown bugs to the Mantarok but it makes me worry a little about if they'll toss an attack on 74 itself. Not to mention some folks from Pheonix mentioning moving Lavidia Shipyard that way. Or transports making a mad dash for the Freeport in Omicron Delta for that matter."
He shook his head then and reached up to take off his hat and set it in his lap. His hair was short and a fairly dark brown color now that it wasn't hidden. As he started speaking, the concern that had been creeping into his voice eased away now that he was derailing the talk towards more jovial things, "As for the short notice? Hells, it's the least I could do with how fast you answered that transmission I put to the freeports. It involved only a bribe of 'freetime on Gran Canaria' for the whole crew to jump in on it. Speaking of-"
With a chuckle and a motion to her handheld device, "And here I was hoping you'd hollared me out here for a date. And here you are plotting business, eh? Hehehe. If that's the case then I have a suprise for you in a few minutes as well. But before that; What made you head out to the Edge for so long?"
Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.
