“Need some help with that?”
Bet your ass she can. Aranea’s been at it damn near all day by now and still can’t figure out where the wires are crossed beneath armored plates half dented into each other. If that Cockatrice hadn’t smashed into them on their way back they’d have made it to Lestallum back now and she’d be simmering in the all warming comforts of a much needed bath, but...
Well, here she is. Ex commodore Aranea Highwind nearly knee deep in whatever grime that nasty overgrown feather face rubbed all over her airship and got all gunked up in it’s exhaust entrails leaving her frustrated and beyond flustered at this point. She sighs, head bowed for a moment as if it’ll help process the anger that’s been bubbling away since her entire crew had been forced into landing just near the rear of Hammerhead and more than half her boys were busy eating it up at the diner instead of helping her fix this mess.
She still smiles despite her list of mechanical woes. The world will always have it harder and at least here she’s got a beautiful golden haired workshop doll to appreciate. The view isn’t bad at all and if there’s one thing she can appreciate it’s natural born talent. She nods towards the rear of exposed airship inner workings before stepping back with hands braced to her hips.
“Guess it just goes to show never leave boys to do real work. Two gals are better than one. Help me fix her up and I’ll treat you to dinner. Sound good?”
