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[feck]

[ The tech is, honestly, kind of shitty, but it’s not as if Cain hasn’t had to deal with worse. He’s sort of ticked off about a lot of things, and if that isn't evident by the way his face fills the vid screen, then... Well. What’s more, he figures it’s easier to get this out of the way now so there’s no misconception about what he’s doing on this death ride to wherever. His expression says as much too, the leer strongly in place. ]

Listen up. I don’t give a fuck where any of you were before or what you were doing, but there are a few rules our captains skipped out on. [ Do they seriously expect him to actually call them that? ] Stay out of my way. [ It's a vague threat at best, though he drags a hand through his hair to offset any momentary silence. ]

And who the hell puts a Fighter in Navigation? Tch. [ Wrong designation, assholes. ] If you want to trade, see me. We'll work it out. Otherwise, get lost.

[ He honestly doesn't have the patience for this, because he picks up one of those H₂O kits and chucks it across the hallway before the feed cuts out. ]

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[exteroception]

[This sure is a grown man throwing a tantrum.]

I'm the interrogation technician if you want to try swapping.

[How much worse is the tantrum going to get when he learns Matt can't actually switch with him?]

[feck]

What's in it for me?

[ That sounds even worse than Navigation. Unless there's some physical part of being in interrogation. (He's pretty damn sure that's a requirement, right?) ]

[exteroception]

Getting to hit people with a perfectly valid excuse on a lawless ship isn't enough?

[Not that he'd ever condone that kind of thing.]

[feck]

[ ... now we're talking here. Hello, New Friend. ]

Maybe it is. How do we trade?

[exteroception]

Is there an officially maintained list somewhere? Otherwise I assumed you show me what you do and then I'll show you what I do.