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[SOLDIER First]

Issan nods.

[TheBiggerFish]

Well.  He looks.  He checks the visible maintenance stuff, too.

[SOLDIER First]

Issan runs him through with his sword It's a big, bulky-but-oddly-streamlined Gunmen. As it's always been.
The thrusters appear to be working fine, but anything else Arthur would check requires actual maintenancey things to be done.

[TheBiggerFish]

"Thank you."

[SOLDIER First]

"Of course, Arthur."

[TheBiggerFish]

"I suppose it would be silly of me to refuse you the same opportunity, if you're interested."

[SOLDIER First]

"No, it would be a suicidal one I wouldn't want to look at that bucket of bolts in the first place you don't owe me anything."

[TheBiggerFish]

"The offer stands, though."

[SOLDIER First]

Issan shrugs respectfully.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Presumably, the scouting group gets back to the base.

[Projeck37]

Jen is heard muttering, half-drunk over the comms.

[TheBiggerFish]

"That bodes poorly."

[SOLDIER First]

"Mm."

[TheBiggerFish]

Arthur watches the Gunmen come in to the hangar.

[Projeck37]

Jen pops up out of the Paprika, and wobbles slightly, as she lands on the floor of the hanger. She stares at the new arrives.
"Who'r yuh?"
Yep, she's drunk.