Re: Part 7 - Mission briefing
"The Colonel isn't a big fan of me," Shard points out to Rhijans. "But he's fair. There's a reason. Just...keep that in mind." Shifting to a seat close enough to allow the exchange, she accepts the heavy cup in both hands and takes a small, careful drink. It's for a Wookie - her tolerance is impressive, but not that developed. But the drink turns out to be a warm, spiced wine, surprising this early in the morning. Surprising for me...maybe not a Wookie. She reflects further, eyeing the flask as the Wookie drinks. Huh. To be honest, maybe not for me, either...amazing, he likes the stuff.
She'll have to stock up if she has a drinking partner. Not on the mission, Shard, not on the mission.
Not in the briefing, either.
"Doesn't go down easy," she murmurs, taking back the flask, "but you're welcome to it." Her eyes find the 'Jedi', deep in discussion with Jacobs regarding the relative merits of the armor. Armor and a sword. Just hope he has a blaster in there...waitaminute.
"Hang on, hang on," Shard says, more loudly than she intends. Ah, well...it was meant to get attention. "Last mission we got in a bit of trouble that wasn't helped by everyone's tendency to cart around hand cannons and popguns - no offense, Rhijans, yours beat mine. Now, I try to avoid shootouts, but they happen. So I figure I ought to ask - what's everyone's loadout? Are we still all short-range workers? Or does anyone carry a regulation pistol, or even a carbine?"
She slaps her hold-out on the table. "I have this...piece of junk." Shard eyes the little toy with some exasperation. "Figure on requisitioning a standard blaster from the Colonel."