Re: Recovering A Long Shot
Sharik had been staring at the ship specifications for a long moment. Her gaze intense enough to make one wonder if she were trying to bore her way into some greater inner truth on the matter. She chew slowly on a piece of bacon that she'd nicked from somewhere.
"If," she noted slowly, when a lull in the general din occurred, "and it is is a big 'If', these engineering specifications are correct, then the ship is likely worth the price." The diminutive dilettante glanced around the room, as it seemed that everyone had voiced an opinion except her. "I'd love to take her for a test drive." Shar noted rather deadpan as she'd not had the luxury of really seeing what the ship could actually do, having been on the Rock-hopping Dancer on the return to Grendal.
She shrugged with respect to introductions, deferring to the descriptions of the others with respect to any common connections. Nothing that the Count, Vonon or Pablo had said about how any of them had met her was incorrect; so, she felt little need to add any more detail. She'd been a 'person of leisure' long enough to know that perceptions were one thing. And her areas of competency were quite another. She'd shown that she could manage to find her way around ship's bridge pretty easily. Sharik figured that would do for now.
"As for a destination," she noted, glancing back down at the dataglove and the literature on the Long Shot, "I do agree that Outpost would make a fine first stop. Ideal in a number of ways." Though she failed to elaborate, though a number of reasons had already been given by various parties in the room. Still, obviously quiet for most of the time, the cosmopolitan socialite had been listening.