"And engineers are notoriously good with their hands. I'd be willing to give it a shot if it's still bothering you."
Arelyn had been ready with an appropriately acerbic retort when Alec had burst into the room, collared Jyot by the back of his shirt and yanked him out of there. As the door slid shut, she couldn't help but blink a few times, still unsure of what had just happened. "No matter," she whispered to herself as she raised the steaming cup of caf to her lips and sipped at it, letting the hot liquid burn down her throat and soothe her nerves.
"I wonder what that was all about."
She glanced over to see Latch sitting at the table, gesturing for her to take a seat as well. They just don't give up, do they? she though to herself as she complied, settling in across the table from her fellow gunner. "Probably off to berate him for that awful line," Arelyn replied, taking another sip from her cup. "Wouldn't be the first time someone's tried that on me."