At this moment in time, Chief Warrant Officer Gertrude M. Chacon is doing something of High Importance.
She's sitting on the edge of Maya's cargo-bay, absently sketching as she waits for the Ph.D.s to finish taking samples from the trees or the ground or the tail from a slinger's corpse or whatever the hell they are doing.
Not that she knows how long they'll take, because hey, she's just the pilot. It's not like she has other things she could be doing.
At least Onozuki isn't going to be jumpy and ask her questions and try and shoot at the branches. No, that was yesterday's gunner.
She shakes her head, just a little, and adds some shading to her page. It'd be nice if Milliways deigned to show up when she got back, at least.
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She's sitting on the edge of Maya's cargo-bay, absently sketching as she waits for the Ph.D.s to finish taking samples from the trees or the ground or the tail from a slinger's corpse or whatever the hell they are doing.
Not that she knows how long they'll take, because hey, she's just the pilot. It's not like she has other things she could be doing.
At least Onozuki isn't going to be jumpy and ask her questions and try and shoot at the branches. No, that was yesterday's gunner.
She shakes her head, just a little, and adds some shading to her page. It'd be nice if Milliways deigned to show up when she got back, at least.