About 20 minutes later, once everyone neck-deep into checking out their individual stations and/or relevant ship-board features, a car pulls up outside, and Otis and Irina emerge, escorting an old Dwarven woman up the ramp.
Entering the ship, Otis scans in and presents himself on the bridge, followed shortly by the others.
"Hey, cap'n, I'm Otis, chief engineer." The middle aged man holds out his hand. "This here's Irina, the medic," he says, gesturing toward a much younger woman.
"And this," Otis says grandly, gesturing toward the Dwarven "woman," "Is our fearless handler, Morgrym, in disguise!"
Otis opens the door and sees his ship-mate. "Old friend" seemed more appropriate; though they'd not known each other long, the former crew of the Revenge of Vera Gemini had all been through alot together. Notably, the death of their captain Olivia Quinn.
Otis looked tired, his eyes puffy and sunken. Sharlavaka noted Irina's bag sitting on a chair by the vid-screen.
"Hey, buddy. Good to see you."
Sharlavaka found Otis in the Med Lab, on a bench huddled between Esh's experiments and Isis' fermentation equipment.
He was looking into Irina's eyes, their faces inches apart. As if startled out of a dream, he suddenly looked up at the bipedal lizard.
"Oh! Hey, there Sharlavaka!" Irina had put a healing sleeve over the older man's arm, a scanner resting in her hand, un-monitored.
"Yes, thank you. Um, how are you?"
"Well, you know..." Otis says cryptically. Isis found she most certainly did not know. else she would not have asked. That said, he seemed distant. The one moment in the conversation he seemed to wake up was when the music changed for an instant, and his eyes focused on the floor before drifting away.
Looking quickly up at Isis, Otis said "They're all dancing right out there. Go, have a good time. Leave old Otis to his beer."
"Nice to have you back onboard, cap'n. I need to have a word with you regarding the lateral thrust vents. That crap we ran into on our last run did a number on the..."
The graying Crembly fumbles his words a bit, having looked over the rest of the crew as they entered, but his eyes now locked on Irina for a couple seconds before he continues.
"...the...little metal doohickies in the discharge unit." He quickly re-focuses on Quinn.