Re: Part 7 - Mission briefing
Shard's eyes briefly unfocus as the Wookie warbles, and she blinks several times, struggling against the throbbing in her head. "Argh," the older woman mutters as she waves back at Juragga - certainly their new squad-mate is enthusiastic, and she'd take that over 'surly'.
One eyebrow shoots up as she offers Haarmon a hesitant wave, then the second rises to join it as K'thar jovially storms the room (if that's not too much of a contradiction). "Argh," she quietly repeats. Enough. Her patience already exhausted, Shard acts.
Burnished metal flashes in her hand as it slips out from under robe, and her finger flicks a small catch, freeing the safety. Her thumb touches a button, something snaps as the smooth, steely device activates...
*glug*
...recapping the flask, Shard slips it back beneath her cloak and sips at her steaming mug, now fortified with a shot of possibly the worst Frenzie brandy she has ever tasted.
It was cheap.
"So," she rasps, coughing once. "I guess we're in this next one together, then." It's not a question. "I do support - that is, I talk with people, help other people look for things, shoot lousy, and generally try to keep everyone alive, even though I'm not a medic." Shard shrugs; she doesn't actually have much of a speciality, though given a moment to think things over she usually does decently at most things.
"What about you lot?" She motions in the direction of the 'new people', about to become 'the group' in her head. All she needs are names and places to slot them.