[Log] "I wasn't honestly suggesting we do any work..."

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Crew Commons, Grace O'Malley [Persephone]
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Katherine gives a little shrug. "I dunno, I tend ta try an' spend my time avoidin' productive things" Kat comments. "But really, I think I'd best be gettin' back ta lookin' inta ways not ta hafta pretend my name's Katherine anymore" she adds with a little sigh. "Y'all have fun though"


Ronnie nods at Katherine, offering a farewell wave, "Guess I said the magic word to make folks disappear. I wasn't honestly suggesting we do any work, but you know, at least talk about it or something so we could feel like we accomplished something." Looking interestedly over at Kael, "That'd be good, I guess. Make sure ya'll don't forget me when you go. The dogs'd like it for sure."

Kael Bowen chuckles, looking over towards Ronnie, "Oh, I intend to stay here till she shows back up. Dunno where she ran off to." He takes a long slow drag on his beer before giving a wave to Kat, "See ya, Kat. Have a good one."

Ronnie nods at Kael, "Oh, she'll be back fairly soon, then? Or you hope, at least. Well yeah, if I'm not still here, buzz me or something. Hrm," he muses, "I wonder, knowing Jose, if it's the kind of park that will tolerate dogs tear-assing around and folks drinking beer. Oh well, we'll find out."

A light clattering from the aft corridor announces an arrival even before Saienne's particular presence can be divined. When she does make an appearance, booted feet stepping neatly through the door and onto the muffling calico rug, it is with her heavy coat open to the waist and her broad-brimmed hat still crammed onto her head. She carries with her a small canvas satchel, clutched to her side with one hand even while the other sweeps the hat from her head and deposits it on the dining table. The feather bobs and dips jauntily with the motion. "Evenin'," she says, somewhat wearily, to the room in general, but a particular - quieter - greeting is offered to Kael.

"Hey Sai." He calls out, saluting with his can of beer before reclining more back in his chair. His left foot hooks about the table leg, making sure he can't tip too far back.

Ronnie blinks, looking questioningly over to Kael, "You ain't shooting her so I guess she belongs here. Why don't anybody send out ship bulletins about new folks on board?" Standing up and doffing his hat, he introduced himself to the stranger, "I am Dr. Ronald O'Connell, engineer of the Grace O'Malley. Call me Ronnie, s'what most everyone else does. I'm not much for 'Doc' because then people expect me to be capable of fixing broken legs and such, and that is not what my doctorate is in."

Saienne is halfway through taking off the satchel when Ronnie starts to introduce himself, and it is only through some deft maneuvering of the canvas strap that she does not end up hopelessly entangled in it as she offers out her hand to be shaken. Her grip, if he accepts, is firm and even; her skin, rough and calloused. She smiles a crooked smile at the engineer. "Is that so?" Sai asks in her habitually laconic drawl. "Well, mighty pleased to meet the fellow keepin' this bird flyin', an' all, Ronnie. I'll be sure to steer clear of your department if I find myself with any broken bones." She dumps the satchel down on the table along with her hat. "I'm Saienne, an' I expect the reason you ain't been informed is that I've just been hitchin' a ride since Verbena."

Kael Bowen grins widely, jerking his head slightly in the direction of Ronnie while looking to Saienne, "I like to call him Sonny on occasion, myself." He pulls up the beer to his mouth taking another quick sip. He looks over to Ronnie explaining back, "As soon as you start payin' me to be your secretary, I'll start informin' ya of the new people. Otherwise, ya can meet 'em as you find 'em." He continues to grin widely.

Ronnie rolls his eyes at Kael, "Right, you ain't in charge of personnel anyway, you know what I mean." Shaking his head at the hayseed, he turns back back to Saienne, accepting the handshake and returning it with hands in about the same condition, though slightly hesitant. He asks, "Just hitching a ride? Going somewhere in particular or just love the decor and company?" Settling back into his seat, he continues, "What's your modus operendi, anyway?"

"You call him Sonny?" Sai asks, chuckling a little. She looks around at the commons. "Well, the company ain't much to write home about," she jokes, sneaking a glance at Kael, "But the interior decorator surely hit the style nail right on the head..." She grins lop-sidedly and shakes her head. "I was goin' here -" meaning Persephone "- in point of fact." A pause. "But now I'm here, I find I ain't over-eager to stay." She starts to unbutton the rest of her coat, and she shrugs it from her shoulders in a fluid movement. Draping it over one arm, she adds. "An' your Captain's offered me a position, an' all." She shrugs. "I'm a courier," she replies to Ronnie's final question. "Don't need no particular base to keep doin' that."

"Well, he started it, callin' me boy 'n' what not, figured I should return the favor. Beer, Sai?" Kael inquires after giving Sai an answer. He glances over at Ronnie asking the same, "How's that beer of yours goin' anyway? Need 'nother? Gotta sweeten you up for tonight, otherwise how'll I cop I feel?" He grins widely at Ronnie and rocks back forward in his chair, letting it rest on all four legs.

Ronnie snorts at Kael, draining his beer and offering him the empty, "Yeah, I'll take another. And you ain't gotta me drunk for that, big boy." Raising an eyebrow at Saienne, he says, "Ahhh, you're the courier I've heard about. Was carrying something or another that's important so some big mucky-mucks? That what the silver ring's about, some kinda courier thing?"

Saienne dumps the coat down on one of the benches around the dining table and then swings her legs over to sit down next to it. "Startin' to sound like the gorram barracks in here," she says, pulling a tin out from her pocket. "Just like home." She glances up at Kael as he makes his offer. "Nah, you're all right. Got someone to see later, an' it ain't a wise thing to go to a meetin' smellin' like a brewery." Saienne lifts her right hand up and stretches it out in front of her, peering at the little silver band as if it were something alien. "No-o," she says, carefully. "It ain't nothin' to do with nothin'." She curls her hand into a fist and sets it along with its partner in her lap. "An' I ain't carryin' nothin' important at present." She grins crookedly. "Between jobs, as it were." She looks up, brightly, the crowsfeet around her eyes crinkling - and deftly changes the subject. "So, you boys just plannin' on gettin' drunk this fine evening, or is there somethin' else on the cards?"

In one fail swoop, Kael drains the rest of his beer before standing up. Taking his and Ronnie's can he tries to toss them into the trash as he makes his way towards the fridge. He glances back over his shoulder, saying back to Sai, "Nah. Just a past time until we decide on somethin' better."

Ronnie raises an eyebrow at Saienne, "Sore subject? The ring? Oh well, suit yourself. We're not really up to much of anything, waitin' on Jose and running up our bar tabs, I guess." He shakes his head at Kael, "Please, please ask Hatch to teach you to throw."

Saienne's hands sneak back up from beneath the table and she regards Ronnie with a level gaze, brown eyes cool and secure, permitting scant probing behind the mask of joviality. "Not sore so much," she says gravely, "Just fairly well buried an' forgotten." She rubs the warm silver absently and stares into the middle distance. "Somewhat ridiculous when one considers it's bein' worn as a momento mori." She comes back to the present, grins one of her crooked grins. "Ain't been entirely successful." Sai pops the lid from the little tin on the table in front of her and the aroma of fresh tobacco, sweet and rich, starts to circulate in the room. "Waitin' on Josephine? She gone out?"

Kael Bowen reaches the fridge. His left hand grabs the handle and pulls it open right as he heard Ronnie comment about his throws. He grins widely, turning to look over his shoulder at Ronnie, calling back, "Soon as you teach me to dance." He crouches down, rummaging around before pulling out two bears, one in each hand. He closes the door with his left foot as he stands up and turns back towards the table. Kael shrugs a little, his shoulders rising and falling, in response to Sai's question, "Dunno. She just had plans to head out, we were waitin' ta see if she managed ta round people up."

Ronnie nods in agreement with Kael, saying to Saienne, "Yeah, we were gonna go see some park or something she wanted us to see. You care to come along? Seems a shame you been onboard this long and I ain't run into you before. And sorry for prying a bit there, apparantly. Didn't know." Shaking his head at Kael and accepting the beer, "I'd figure you already could dance pretty good given all them twinkle-toes moves you and Hatch do together. Oh, that's 'sparring', riiight, I forget."

Saienne nods at Kael, chuckling a little at his riposte to Ronnie's dance suggestion. "Ah, I see. Well, I reckon y'all can consider me rounded. A trip outside the ship without havin' to think 'bout negotiatin' a job'd be a lovely thing." A beat, and she shakes her head at Ronnie. "Ain't no bother to me," she says evenly. "I don't know nothin' about you, neither, so it could as easily have been the other way round." She pinches up a little of the tobacco and drops it onto a thin strip of paper. "Twinkle-toes it is, an' entertainin' an' intimidatin' at the same time..."

Kael Bowen grins widely as he sets down his... bear... and makes his way over to the other beer can which missed the trash. He calls back over his shoulder at Ronnie, "Hey.. you can't forget the games of grab-ass afterwards." He can's hold it at that one though and lets out a good hearty laugh as he bends over to snag the rogue can. With little chance of failure, he drops the can into the trash, satisfied with his success this time around.

A burbling chirping noise comes abruptly from within one of Saienne's coat pockets. She rustles around for a moment or two before she pulls a gleaming little PDA out from the dark material. She taps its screen and an eerie blue glow begins to emanate from it. "Good gorram," she says, mostly to herself. "Is that the time?" She pauses only to sweep the half-rolled cigarette - paper and all - back into her tobacco tin. "Gentlemen," she says, standing, "I'll have to love you an' leave you an' hotfoot it to my appointment." Saienne reaches down for her hat and crams it onto her head, adjusting it by tugging at the brim. She peers at both Ronnie and Kael from the shadow cast. "Leave me directions if you an' Josephine head out an' I'll try an' catch up with y'all later." She scoops up her coat, her satchel and her tin, and steps towards the aft corridor. "Nice to meet you finally, Ronnie," she says in parting.

Ronnie nods at Saienne, and rises to his feet as well, "Aye, I've got things I should be doing too, and it was good meeting you as well." Turning to Kael, he asks, "You'll find me if Jose shows up? I'd still be interested in going."