5-156. Suffolk Small Food Court
Erin looks wistful for a moment, “Wouldn’t that be great? A prototype starship engine to play with…”
“Don’t get me wrong, the Snarks are nicely engineered little ships, but…”
She trails off and sighs.
“I’m a grunt merchie engineer, and no-one is going to give me anything cutting-edge to pull apart and make better.”
She’s quiet for a moment then blurts out, “I am an engineer too, by the way, not just a mechanic or a tech.”
She seems almost embarrassed by that and quickly continues, turning her thoughts to their tenure.
“I suppose, if we’re chasing secret security experts, they don’t want us spilling what we’re doing to anyone in a bar who asks us.”
He will smile a little at her comments.
“Oh, I assumed as much, you came off as someone experienced on both sides of the trade.”
He will take a big sip as she says that last part.
“I would guess not, but not everyone on the crew appears to have the most reputable career history either. They may have several reasons for their… interests in our employment with them.”