"Doubt it can be done quickly, unless you thaw them up the old fashioned way, which probably would kill any way, so, yeah."  A dry chuckle and then slow shrug.

"Fifteen standard minutes?  Easy enough.  Been standing in the same spot for hours during training, so all I need is right here," she says and taps the side of her head, or helmet as it may be, letting any talk about habits slide.  "Of course, that was done in complete silence, on my part, so it isn't quite the same.  But, kind of meditative, I suppose.  How about you, anything to read?"

She looms a bit over the doctor again.

"Shall we try to avoid bonfires in the cold berths?" Shui requests, amused.  Her smile fades when she considers standing for hours in silence.  In the same spot.  A slow nod follows.  "Indeed.  An impressive feat.  I, myself, have never had to stand for hours in silence, so I cannot comment on it.  But it seem you have all you require, indeed."

A pause.  Then: "Does that suit become heavy?  Or does it have servos to compensate?" A small smile curves her lips. "I am...unfamiliar with wearing such armor." Specific use of words keep this from being a lie, much like her comment about 'standing for hours in silence.'  Shui has never worn that armor, nor any like it, but she knows something of them.  Heaviness, however, has never been part of her studies...and she really doesn't enjoy falsification.

Also, curiousity regarding the armor; she has never considered it from the perspective of the wearer.

"For myself?" She waves the dataglove.  "Comprehensive library on many subjects is available with a search.   Or meditation, though the glove cannot assist with that.  I am well-prepared, Ms. Crow, even should you continue to loom."

Another pause.

"As you are now."

"Possibly avoid fire, mostly because Sas wouldn't like it one bit," Yas says, by the sound of it grinning from ear to ear inside the helmet.  Then she laughs, if briefly, "At least I wasn't posted as honour guard.  Poor fools, standing around, looking pretty and having to ignore tourists.  Worse duty ever!"

"No, ma'am, this thing carries itself, and me too almost.  If it wasn't for the helmet and more bulk I wouldn't be able to tell I'm wearing it.  As long as I don't get an itch anywhere, at least..." she explains and does a few moves to show she is as fast, or faster, and mobile as ever.  "Got to remember I am stronger, though, and can jump higher, even run a bit faster although that is an art on its own, really.  Will fail spectacularly if attempted in normal fashion, or running is such a fashion without the suit.  Plus I basically have three hundred and sixty degree vision, no blind side, due to sensors and...  But now I blab on about things that may bore you again!"

She starts to show off the suit and then holds her hands up apologetically.  "What can I say?  I like the suit.  Plus it makes most portable weapons null and void against me."

"Ah, yes, always preferred actual books myself.  Haven't read many, but, I don't know, the feeling, you know?  But, yes, good to hear you're prepared!" she continues and starts to almost sound as if she is embarrassed, possible from talking too much by the way she finishes her last sentence.

She attempts to un-loom a little.

Finally taking the hint, Saskia lets Keryn escort her to the door.  She pads, barefoot, across the hold to the coldsleep berths, where she finds Yas and Shui talking about books, and about doing something that she would not like one bit.  Though she doesn't hear exactly what that would be.

Probably best not to ask, it'll only encourage them.

Besides, the sooner Shui checks her over, the sooner she can get back to doing something she actually wants to do.

"Sorry to interrupt.  Shui, can you take a look at my head?  I cracked it pulling out of a frelling access panel too quick.  I think it's bleeding."

Turning to regard Saskia as she approaches Yas chuckles.

"Really, Sas, I kow you think of the Margin as alive, but a bleeding panel?" she says teasingly.  Evidently it is not that bad, since the engineer made it here on her own, so a few jokes should be in order, ah, should not be out of order.

"Tell me Yas, did they deliberately break your sense of humor when you signed up, or was it damaged in a training accident?" the engineer replies with a sweet, innocent smile.  She studies the armor for a second or two before pointing at the helmet.  "I suppose that must be why they call marines jar heads.  Tell me, how did you fit your enormous, great, big, chief-of-security-and-second-in-command head in that tiny little bucket?"

"Ha, she's fine, doc, just put a cork in that hole -- the one on the top of her head -- and send her back!" Yas says with a laughter.  "As for how I got my head in the helmet -- by being sheer awesome!"

The chief of security strikes several poses in quick succession, all coy and fitting one of those holo-magazines with scantily clad females, quite the stark contrast to the impression the armour gives.

"The rest is classified, ma'am!"

She finishes with a snappy salute.

Saskia glares at Yas in mock fury, declaring, "Awesome or not, I can still do something you can't."  She points to her mouth and pokes her tongue out at the gunnery chief.

"I'd show you who's really frelling awesome, frelnik, even though I'm weak from blood loss, but I know Shui's busy and doesn't have time to waste while I finish you off, and I don't see why she should tidy up all the armor scraps after we're done."

Somehow Yas manages to get around and duck behind Sushi, cowering in fear by the looks of it.  "Doc, help me!  She's mean!  The blow has made her mad... ...der...!"
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"Yeah!  You better frelling hide!"

It's clear by this time that Saskia, for all that she's shaking her fist at the power armored former marine, is having trouble keeping herself from laughing.

Jago watches the gathering on by the cryo births for a moment or two, then tunes into any local news feeds he can find while he does yet another visual and scanner search of the perimeter. Local news is always interesting but mostly he’s looking for an update on the war, especially regarding Regina.

The trade factors are all interested enough in the Loxibac that they each agree to send a representative out to the ship for an auction in the morning.  RTF make one last attempt at stealing the consignment out from under the noses of their opposition, offering Jago Cr37,000 before agreeing to participate in the auction.

Jago's survey of the news turns up almost nothing but local stuff - weather, some sort of sport played, unsurprisingly, on ice, latest information on the improvements to the port (apparently everything is on schedule, in spite of the recent bad weather), an ice-skimmer accident near Alderson City which left five people dead, and seven more injured...  Unfortunately though, Rangent is far enough off the major trade routes that news from other systems is hopelessly out of date.

A quick check reveals that there is no TAS or TNS office on the planet...

Under the ship, Gan continues poking about, if "poking" is the right word for looking at things while being careful not to touch them.  Occasionally he pauses and looks to be considering something, only to shake his head and move onward.  Finally he seems to make up his mind and turns back to Tylen, "Tell me if I'm out of line, but I have to ask, do you enjoy your job?  I mean, do you think it's a good job?  As in, would you recommend it to somebody?"

Kvetz snaps her head round to stare at him, "Why are you asking him that?"  Gan raises a hand to quiet her...

The sudden arrival of Saskia and Ash in the cryoberth chamber makes it just as crowded in there as before Tylen and the bounty hunters stepped outside.  Fortunately the hunters' remaining prisoners won't be defrosted for at least twelve more minutes...

Without really making a point of it Tylen makes sure that he doesn't get bracketed by the two bounty hunters as they wander around the ship looking at things.  While he really isn't expecting trouble from them, he knows that you stay out of trouble is to be aware of it happening before hand.

When the question comes, he pauses for a moment, but he sees it as little more than small talk.  ”Depends.” he says choosing to answer the later part of the question first.  ”It suits me.” he shrugs ”Lots of quiet time, a room of my own, travel and seeing new worlds.  Liveable wage.  All the normal stuff.” he says with a grin, before he adds ”Depends on if you want excitement or not.  I like the travel without too much excitement.” he concludes with another shrug.

It's an impressive suit that Yasmine wears, Shui must admit.  Quite impressive.  She can even understand the need for the woman to take care...though it would create certain problems under specific circumstances. "It's probably best you don't have a book right now, given your situation," she states with a wave to Yasmine's gauntleted hands.

The arrival of Ash and Saskia puts that conversation to rest.

There's a lot of joking going on, but the moment Shui can leave her post at the console, she does, smoothly shifting to where Saskia awaits. "Now, let's just keep things quiet for a moment.  Mr. Tescali, if you might keep an eye on those tell-tales at the panel and let me know if anything slides into the yellow?"  Pausing, she turns to look at the cowering Yasmine, one eyebrow rising.  How the woman can go from looming to that she has no idea.  "Ms Crow..."

There are no words.

Eyebrow still raised in disbelief, she goes back to Saskia's poor, injured head.  "As I would like to avoid dealing with further injuries, I trust you will keep from taking a wrench to poor Ms. Crow or her suit, Ms. Blake?"

OOC - obviously doing some basic medical judgement and treatment.  Does Saskia require X-rays and so forth, or is it just a surface wound?

The Margin's navigator has to suppress a smirk at the banter between the security chief and the chief engineer.  He remains conspicuously quiet during the exchange.

Then Shui takes charge.  Ash nods.  "Yes, Ma'am" he notes with a slight salute.  He may not be intimately familiar with this style of cryoberth, but the ex-scout has some idea of what he is looking at.  Though, he sticks to his directive and merely ensures that no alarms or warning bells are triggered on either of the berths he is monitoring.

Shui takes the time to give Saskia's scalp a quick examination. 

Ash watches the displays, which remain unchanging for the whole of the examination (with the sole exception of the slowly rising temperatures).

Kvetz glowers at Gan, "No.  I mean it.  Why are you asking him what his job is like?  You're thinking of quitting again, aren't you?"

"Well... why not?  I'm getting too old to be chasing criminals all over known space."

"We go through this fracking business every time we go anywhere.  You get all dreamy eyed and start to talk about an easier life, or something."  She looks at Tylen, "Please don't encourage him.  He gets like this all the time.  Probably thinks your life is like in some holodrama or something"
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"Much appreciated, Mr. Tescali.  Now...let's see."  After a moment, Shui pauses, frowning.  "Ms. Blake...upon what, exactly, did you hit your head?  There is a scrape, but it is minor, not requiring attention.  However..."  She brings back two fingers smeared with a reddish-brown ooze that appears superficially to resemble blood, but is in fact far more viscous. "This is not blood.  I would hazard a guess at some kind of mechanical fluid."

The doctor cocks an eyebrow, knowing she's about to step into dangerous territory with the engineer.  "I would suggest returning to the scene of the crime and conducting a thorough search of the area, focusing upon whatever outcropping against which you had your accident; there may be a leak."

"Sas, you're an android!  Or a robot!  You bleed, what, hydralic fluid or something!" Yas pipes up where she squeezes out of the now crowded area and does her best to loom over everyone.  "I knew it!  That's why you've gotten to second base with Margin!"

"Its just a job" Tylen shrugs again "but one that comes with a pseudo-family." he adds.  "Much like you two need to look out for each other, we all look out for each other.  On a small ship, you get on with everyone - or, I guess, you move on."

"I like the quiet of a jump, and the time it gives me to read up on things and fiddle around with stuff. But a small ship isn't good for you unless you can cope with that all the time." he pauses for a moment  "I am sure the pair of you could get berths as a security team on a ship somewhere ...." he half suggests

The laughter dies.

"Not blood?  I asked Ash if it was blood or conductor gel, and he said it was definitely frelling blood.  Sorry, I wasted your time Shui."  Saskia's lips clamp into a tight, thin line as color flows into her cheeks (and this time it is blood).

She starts to back away, towards the exit.

"Ms. Blake!  Saskia!" Distraught, Shui hurries after the woman, waving away Yasmine with an exasperated glance.  "Please.  I would rather have people come to me when they think there's a problem.  As for the conductor gel..."  She rubs it between her fingers.  "It does look like blood at first glance."

The doctor wrings her hands before putting them behind her back.  "An honest mistake, and possibly due to the darkness of the area." She's guessing, but assumes it probably didn't happen anywhere well lit, if Saskia were banging her head.  "And had that bump been any deeper, yes, you might have required stitches.  Hardly a waste of time."

Ash turns to look at Saskia, the level of her vehemence rather surprising to him.  His mouth opens once or twice, but no words come out.  He is finally able to stammer, "Uh... My apologies, Ms. Blake.  I did preface my assessment with 'I am not a doctor...'"  He knows that it rings hollow - and that he should more than likely just keep his mouth shut instead of giving Saskia more fuel for the fire.

He gives the three women present a slightly rueful smile.  And then begins to wonder if the Margin's engineer will merely switch the hot and cold feeds to his fresher, or the input and output sewage lines.  The ex-Scout and navigator lets out a plaintive sigh.  Unbidden, an old Solomani poets words come to mind, Hell hath not fury...

Saskia appears to consider what's being said to her.  At least for a second or two.  Then she screws up her eyes, turns and storms out of the room.  Those in the cryoberth chamber can clearly hear the hatch on the crew side of the hold open a short while later, and then close again with a dull whump.

Not quite as effective as a good slam!, but probably the best that can be managed with heavy duty gaskets on both the door and the frame.

The engineer grabs herself a cup of water and gulps half of it down before throwing herself down into the couch, where she sits muttering to herself.  "Stupid frelling idiot.  Of course it was stupid frelling conduction gel.  Stupid.  Call yourself an engineer?  Stupidest frelling engineer on the Starship Frelling Stupid, that's you."

Ash purses his lips slightly as Saskia storms off.  His worry had come true, the Margin's engineer seems to have misconstrued his remark and continues to blame him for the mix-up and misdiagnosis.  And Ash knows that he is more than partly responsible.

He swallows hard for a moment, glancing back at the cyroberth controls.  And then back at the the exit.  "Ah," he notes slightly ruefully, "I'd probably best go after Ms. Blake and actually apologize."  He gestures towards the thawing prisoners to make sure that Shui is ready to return to monitoring their progress.

Then he quietly steps out of the low berth area and crosses over to the closed hatch to the crew door.  Ash stands in front of the door for a long moment, before he taps in the crew code to crack the hatch open.  Sticking in his head and peering around the lounge for a moment to get his bearings, the Margin's navigator waits quietly for the mutterings of the engineer to die down.  Once Saskia appears to have spent her current vial of bile (even if it was not directed at him per se, but at herself - something which the ex-Scout seems to find equally disturbing), Ash pushes him thin frame through the portal and stands there for a moment as to not surprise Saskia.

Finally, he ventures, "Ms. Blake?"  Another pause in the hopes that the engineer is receptive to talking, "I didn't mean to embarass you there, I know that what I said in the cryoberths was probably callous and inappropriate..."  He holds out his hands in a contrite gesture, "You have every right to be upset with me; I was probably too alarmist - too much on edge.  So, please to don't take it out on yourself or the Profit Margin."  Apparently, those big ears of his did pick up the very end of Saskia's mutterings.

"Was it something I said?" Yas asks, but only once she is the only unthawed person left in the room.  She takes up position near the door again and waits in looming silence.